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they ask me where i've been
as a white candle
if i should die, think only this of me
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
with her hair flaying wildly
our pleasant moments fly
arched the flood
under a spreading chestnut tree
but alas, just dreams
in the sphere
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces

 



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