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she limps with halting painful pace
sun and wind and beat of sea
i am dying
lady, your heart has turned to dust
sweet and strong
one by one, like leaves from a tree
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
in the sphere
dear wife
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
truely
your body's motion is like music

 



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