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there was a strangeness on your lips
death's nobility again
high walls and huge
i loathed you
the darkness
one sweetly solemn thought
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
little gate was reached at last
better than granite
he's gone
in mournful numbers
rising moon has hid the stars
the sun is up

 



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