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i stood by the open casement
do not turn your head
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
sleep, gray brother of death
in the cloud-gray mornings
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
the air is like a butterfly
made up of loveliness alone
in their ragged regimentals
she knows a cheap release

 



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