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at dawn, he said
since i have felt the sense of death
this ancient silver bowl of mine
one with you
though i am little as all little things
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
the snow whispers about me
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
now that i have cooled to you
when i looked into your eyes

 



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