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do not grieve that it is over
do you remember
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i love to steal awhile away
white foam flower, red flame flower
just as my fingers on these keys
out of the window a sea of green trees
and breaketh bread no more
therefore i may not
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
in the sphere
i am old and blind
he'd even have his joke

 



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