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were it not for that singular smell
out of the sparkling sea
they in the darkness gather and ask
but i cannot read you now
bring me soft song
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
stuff of the moon
melancholy, blue it was
i heard the wind all day
here lies a most beautiful lady
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
do i like it
she burst fierce wine

 



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