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doubtless i remember still
wheel me down by the meadow
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
up and down he goes
in halls of sleep you wandered by
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the body may confine
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
to be able to see every side of every question

 



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