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i am old and blind
with lips blood red and heart of stone
if i were very sure
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
under dusky laurel leaf
one by one, like leaves from a tree
we who stood
rocked in the cradle of the deep
in an old chamber softly lit

 



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