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i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
the sun is up
let me move slowly through the street
i stood
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
he speaks not well
to come so soon to this imagined dark
there was a strangeness on your lips
we lay
in mournful numbers
melancholy, blue it was

 



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