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sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i saw him once before
i can not tell you now
this ancient silver bowl of mine
in new york harbor
the dawn was apple-green
now while my lips are living
two rows of cabbages
we were not many
which i wish to remark
master of human destinies am i
were it not for that singular smell
so fallen
our pleasant moments fly

 



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