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listen to the sounding sea
to come so soon to this imagined dark
as it
i can not tell you now
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
daughter, thou art come to die
i burn no incense
though i am little as all little things
there are three ways in which men take
leave the lovely words unsaid
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars

 



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