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were it not for that singular smell
gaily through the fields we danced
let us plant
from song and dream for ever gone
i despise my friends more than you
we lay
take my bracelets
days endeared to every muse
if the red slayer think he slays
what was it the engines said
before the solemn bronze saint
two rows of cabbages

 



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