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in the dark and peace of my final bed
i am singing to you
beneath the warrior's helm
now while my lips are living
here falls no light
a little peach in the orchard grew
but i cannot read you now
good woman
all down the years
i stand in the cold gray weather
two rows of cabbages
i went up and down the streets
the dawn was apple-green

 



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