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i never knew the earth had so much gold
little gate was reached at last
skies they were ashen and sober
the pale day drowses on the western steep
gone are the three, those sisters rare
very well, you liberals
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
rising moon has hid the stars
a thousand silent years ago
there was a strangeness on your lips
those black eyes i once so praised

 



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