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within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
i am old and blind
where shall i find you
let us plant
hang no wreath
when the hours of day are numbered
her face is fair and smooth and fine
are you alive?
burly, dozing humble-bee
high walls and huge
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
daughter, thou art come to die

 



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