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softly weeping
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
earth travails
my son is dead and i am going blind
they in the darkness gather and ask
he'd even have his joke
softly now the light of day
mysterious night
gone are the three, those sisters rare
to come so soon to this imagined dark

 



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