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still thirteen years
there are gains for all our losses
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
when i was a boy at college
rocked in the cradle of the deep
you are beautiful and faded
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
i see all human wits
there by the window in the old house
sadly speaking
daughter, thou art come to die
beneath the warrior's helm

 



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