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tell me less or tell me more
i never knew the earth had so much gold
when i returned at sunset
all those treasures that lie
star-dust and vaporous light
beside a stricken field
which keeps
look out upon the stars, my love
i make my shroud, but no one knows
good woman
passing through huddled and ugly walls
the body may confine
listen

 



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