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i do not pray for peace
soft as the bed in the earth
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
the old west, the old time
what spiteful chance steals unawares
this ancient silver bowl of mine
full of tears
there were three in the meadow by the brook
as a white candle
she must go back, she said
it was a tall young oysterman
the sun is up

 



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