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i am fevered
in mournful numbers
so lost
calm as that second summer
it was a tall young oysterman
there was a strangeness on your lips
sleep, gray brother of death
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
at dawn, he said
the ships are lying in the bay
he speaks not well
night was black and drear
high-born race

 



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