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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
stir
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
a mile behind
i go my way complacently
when a deed is done for freedom
the snow whispers about me
some one complained to the master
the agony of having too much power
by the shore, by the sea

 



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