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i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
within my hand i hold
quietly, with reverance, in awe
let a joy keep you
in mournful numbers
stay no more
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
eighty years have passed, and more
you say you love me
the sky
still thirteen years
i am fevered

 



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