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as it
i stood by the open casement
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
earth travails
in your arms was still delight
better than granite
and breaketh bread no more
among the mountains i wandered
in new york harbor
stir
stern cold man
be not false
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow

 



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