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my sorrow, when she's here with me
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
there is an hour of peaceful rest
friend, whose smile has come to be
let us pity those who are better off than we are
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
there is no flock, however watched and tended
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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