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i burn no incense
i stood
in all things not spoken of
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
never in all my life
be not false
it tells of good old times
i am fevered
up from the meadows rich with corn
one with you
as evening falls
he came and took me by the hand
on and on
there was a strangeness on your lips

 



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