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we lay
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
if the red slayer think he slays
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
leave the lovely words unsaid
i saw the first pear
your body's motion is like music
so fallen
look out upon the stars, my love
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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