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i said
in the cloud-gray mornings
as i lie roofed in, screened in
the stars fell from heaven
there were three in the meadow by the brook
thou unrelenting past
lady, your heart has turned to dust
for these white arms about my neck
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
in mournful numbers
where shall i find you
stir


 



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