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it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
through the broad earth's aching breast
roses and gold
so lost
sun stepped down from his golden throne
to come so soon to this imagined dark
but i cannot read you now
my mother taught me that every night
leave the lovely words unsaid
my mother twines me roses wet with dew

 



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