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i reside at table mountain
still thirteen years
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i made a vow once, one only
sweet and strong
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the darkness
roses and gold
be not angry with me
be not false
above them all, looking down
in new york harbor
the air is like a butterfly
good woman

 



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