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a look is but a ray
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
from floor to ceiling
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
now while my lips are living
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
in all things not spoken of
the snow whispers about me
i cannot always feel his greatness
my son is dead and i am going blind
birds against the april wind

 



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