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why then, must we see?
the fragrance came
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i saw the first pear
rocked in the cradle of the deep
gone are the three, those sisters rare
day is done
sweet splendor
the hypocritic days
truely
for then without
one sweetly solemn thought

 



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