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somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
and still they walked on
in all things not spoken of
he came and took me by the hand
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
my true love from her pillow rose
the saddest of the year
braided and woven
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones

 



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