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somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
when i was broke in london
and how could you dream of meeting
i fill this cup
i said, i have shut my heart
of sun nor stars
brief on a flying night
therefore i may not
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
i am singing to you

 



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