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my mother taught me that every night
the sky
eighty years have passed, and more
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
bring me soft song
splendid and terrible your love
i fill this cup
since i have felt the sense of death
that year
stuff of the moon
with the meek, brown eyes

 



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