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my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
we break the glass whose sacred wine
at dawn, he said
the mountains they are silent folk
made up of loveliness alone
in mournful numbers
so fallen
they in the darkness gather and ask
i can not tell you now
i know what you're going to say
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be

 



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