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i make my shroud, but no one knows
the stars fell from heaven
lived by the river-side
in new york harbor
the lightning flashed, and lifted
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the pale day drowses on the western steep
in your flight
days endeared to every muse
the agony of having too much power
there was a time in former years

 



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