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in the dark and peace of my final bed
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
let me move slowly through the street
friend, whose smile has come to be
i stood
days endeared to every muse
but alas, just dreams
i love my life, but not too well
noises that strive to tear
rising moon has hid the stars
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
there's one that i once loved so much
death's nobility again

 



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