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i stand in the cold gray weather
when the hours of day are numbered
i had over-prepared the event
on and on
do you hear the rain?
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
she said
i never knew the earth had so much gold
melancholy days have come
which i wish to remark
to come so soon to this imagined dark
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
high walls and huge