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in the dark and peace of my final bed
what shall we do now
into the silent land
he speaks not well
what was it the engines said
night is dark, and the winter winds
in mournful numbers
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
looking beyond
if i were very sure
now while my lips are living
let me be sad
from floor to ceiling

 



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