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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i am old and blind
as a naked man i go
in his guarded tent
white foam flower, red flame flower
sleep, gray brother of death
they ask me where i've been
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
the pale day drowses on the western steep

 



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