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i made a vow once, one only
what spiteful chance steals unawares
i went up and down the streets
i reside at table mountain
the sun is up
this ancient silver bowl of mine
at midnight
the fragrance came
sweet splendor
world that changes under my hand
she might have known it in the earlier spring
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
there is a country full of wine
take my bracelets

 



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