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since i have felt the sense of death
take my bracelets
we were not many
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
in their ragged regimentals
night was black and drear
what do i owe to you
in the sphere
i saw the first pear
mysterious night
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
it was the autumn of the year

 



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