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tripping up, falling down
under dusky laurel leaf
melancholy, blue it was
when i was a boy at college
a mile behind
in an old chamber softly lit
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
just now
if the red slayer think he slays
last midnight
i am dying
daughter, thou art come to die
give me

 



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