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do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
musing, between the sunset and the dark
once this soft turf
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
in an old chamber softly lit
gone before us
skies they were ashen and sober
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
roses and gold

 



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