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for truth, for love
softly weeping
glass-blower of time
darkest, strangest mystery
her face is fair and smooth and fine
night was black and drear
passing through huddled and ugly walls
tripping up, falling down
now while my lips are living
i despise my friends more than you
the mountains they are silent folk

 



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