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why then, must we see?
my true love from her pillow rose
out of the sparkling sea
i love my hour of wind and light
i saw the first pear
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
pushing out, struggling vainly
in your flight
the darkness
i am dying
be in me as the eternal moods

 



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