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now while my lips are living
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
often is it not so?
brief on a flying night
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
a life on the ocean wave
the body may confine
stern cold man
the shadows of the ships
give me

 



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