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i said
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
and still they walked on
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
where shall i find you
we were not many
musing, between the sunset and the dark
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
death's nobility again
grieve not for the invisible
as a naked man i go
often i think of the beautiful town

 



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