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the endless, foolish merriment of stars
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i never knew the earth had so much gold
be not angry with me
no prey am i of poor thoughts
i stand in the cold gray weather
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
softly weeping
and so it goes
from floor to ceiling

 



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