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when i was broke in london
the hypocritic days
dear wife
do i like it
to come so soon to this imagined dark
her face is fair and smooth and fine
stand here by my side
my son is dead and i am going blind
this is the song of youth
the pale day drowses on the western steep
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes

 



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