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retirement poem

risen from the dead
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
weak-winged is song
it tells of good old times
but i cannot read you now
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
out of the window a sea of green trees
sleep, gray brother of death
out of the deep and the dark
which keeps

 



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