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sleep sweetly in your humble graves
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
the poets tell
stay no more
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
city that is not a city
we break the glass whose sacred wine
brother, i am fire
up to her chamber window
there is no escape by the river
star-dust and vaporous light
why are the things that have no death
i love my hour of wind and light

 



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