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stuff of the moon
i stand in the cold gray weather
risen from the dead
still thirteen years
just as my fingers on these keys
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
i make my shroud, but no one knows
and so it goes
beside a stricken field
the darkness rolls upward
gone are the three, those sisters rare

 



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