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the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
let me be sad
this ancient silver bowl of mine
i've won the race
braided and woven
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
i know what you're going to say
i fill this cup
melancholy, blue it was
to clothe the fiery thought

 



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