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do not grieve that it is over
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
be in me as the eternal moods
passing through huddled and ugly walls
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
he speaks not well
tripping up, falling down
quietly, with reverance, in awe
stand here by my side

 



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