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she limps with halting painful pace
the sky
since i have felt the sense of death
rising moon has hid the stars
weak-winged is song
thou unrelenting past
from floor to ceiling
the old west, the old time
now while my lips are living
i saw the clouds among the hills
skies they were ashen and sober
green afternoon serene and bright

 



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