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a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
now while my lips are living
passing through huddled and ugly walls
in the cloud-gray mornings
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
my sorrow, when she's here with me
and so it goes
in may
the darkness rolls upward
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
blossoms of babies

 



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