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friend, whose smile has come to be
a storm is riding on the tide
see i give myself to you
have you not heard
night was black and drear
the old songs
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
before the solemn bronze saint
happiness
the hypocritic days
in and of itself
within my hand i hold
from song and dream for ever gone

 



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