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there is no flock, however watched and tended
your body's motion is like music
babylon-where i go dreaming
see i give myself to you
truely
the saddest of the year
when i was a boy at college
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
but i cannot read you now
love me at last, or if you will not
like eagles on up high

 



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