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for truth, for love
we were not many
since i have felt the sense of death
the little white prayers
there was a strangeness on your lips
your body's motion is like music
by the rude bridge
darkest, strangest mystery
i see all human wits
if it
at dawn, he said
up and down he goes

 



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