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the snow whispers about me
the arches of the red bridge
all quiet along the potomac
to the passionate lover
with lips blood red and heart of stone
see, they return
before the solemn bronze saint
it was a tall young oysterman
in may
you are clear
long ago, in the young moonlight
why are the things that have no death

 



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