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i despise my friends more than you
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
stern cold man
out of me unworthy and unknown
there are gains for all our losses
this is the ship of pearl
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i love my hour of wind and light
i heard the wind all day
through the broad earth's aching breast
a mist was driving down

 



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