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the air is like a butterfly
a pen of steel
were it not for that singular smell
when i returned at sunset
i love to steal awhile away
awful truths these be
often i think of the beautiful town
listen
i am in love with high far-seeing places
three years ago today
under a spreading chestnut tree
have we no shame?
see i give myself to you

 



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