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just as my fingers on these keys
who will be naming the wind
when i looked into your eyes
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
high walls and huge
weak-winged is song
sweet and strong
last midnight
i saw the first pear
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
your body's motion is like music
looking beyond

 



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