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lady, your heart has turned to dust
death's nobility again
she was a beauty in the days
perhaps it is no matter that you died
of sun nor stars
this ancient silver bowl of mine
grieve not for the invisible
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
this is the arsenal
when, full of warm and eager love
with joy and wonder
sleep sweetly in your humble graves

 



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