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for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
were it not for that singular smell
i've won the race
high-born race
sing again the song you sung
the shadows of the ships
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
up from the meadows rich with corn
to some the fat gods
i am old and blind
the saddest of the year

 



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