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at dawn, he said
therefore i may not
love me at last, or if you will not
in new york harbor
grieve not for the invisible
tripping up, falling down
this is the song of youth
lived by the river-side
weak-winged is song
take my bracelets
high walls and huge
let a joy keep you

 



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