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why then, must we see?
here falls no light
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
we who stood
calm as that second summer
among the mountains i wandered
you are clear
with lips blood red and heart of stone
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i stood by the open casement

 



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