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they threw a stone, you threw a stone
and breaketh bread no more
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i have cast the world
truely
take my bracelets
the stars fell from heaven
i stood by the open casement
little gate was reached at last
city that is not a city
when i looked into your eyes
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
when i go back to earth
long ago, in the young moonlight

 



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