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you are my companion
little gate was reached at last
i have cast the world
what spiteful chance steals unawares
up from the south at break of day
stern cold man
stuff of the moon
a bird sang
in new york harbor
our pleasant moments fly
uplifting, as the wind blew
skies they were ashen and sober

 



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