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often is it not so?
night was black and drear
dark-eyed
world that changes under my hand
with her hair flaying wildly
a flying word from here and there
i cannot always feel his greatness
sing again the song you sung
she knows a cheap release
in halls of sleep you wandered by
as evening falls

 



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