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i made a vow once, one only
star-dust and vaporous light
the swan existing
there is a city, builded by no hand
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
i burn no incense
little gate was reached at last
at midnight
gone are the three, those sisters rare
is there anybody there
which keeps
he's gone

 



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