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my son is dead and i am going blind
these be
those black eyes i once so praised
i saw the clouds among the hills
the long resounding marble corridors
along the banks
in all things not spoken of
i loved a woman
be not angry with me
no prey am i of poor thoughts
in their ragged regimentals
when night drifts along the streets of the city

 



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