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i am in love with high far-seeing places
a flying word from here and there
we were not many
better than granite
there was a strangeness on your lips
i am dying
within my hand i hold
the mountains they are silent folk
daughter, thou art come to die
friend, whose smile has come to be
braided and woven

 



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