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now while my lips are living
a few more windy days
thou unrelenting past
in an old chamber softly lit
she was a beauty in the days
i loathed you
up and down he goes
under the harvest moon
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
the old songs
long has the summer sunlight shone
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue

 



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