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the shadows of the ships
perhaps it is no matter that you died
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
the little white prayers
in their ragged regimentals
death's nobility again
afraid no more, i say
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
i went up and down the streets
if i should die, think only this of me

 



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