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the mountains they are silent folk
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
the agony of having too much power
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
this is the song of youth
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
to come so soon to this imagined dark
burly, dozing humble-bee
since i have felt the sense of death
are you awake?

 



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