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your body's motion is like music
which keeps
i had over-prepared the event
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
and breaketh bread no more
i love to steal awhile away
he came and took me by the hand
in an old chamber softly lit
there by the window in the old house
high walls and huge
within my hand i hold
now that i have cooled to you
the fragrance came

 



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