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who loves the rain
which i wish to remark
lady, your heart has turned to dust
earth travails
passing through huddled and ugly walls
by the shore, by the sea
softly weeping
rising moon has hid the stars
who will be naming the wind
sleep, gray brother of death
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i can not tell you now

 



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