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a mist was driving down
they may talk of love in a cottage
now that i have cooled to you
are you awake?
i see all human wits
to come so soon to this imagined dark
i am old and blind
very well, you liberals
this is the song of youth
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
since i have felt the sense of death
when, full of warm and eager love
some of the hurts you have cured

 



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