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we were not many
their beautiful hair
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
these be
thoughts through my head
this is the ship of pearl
when a deed is done for freedom
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
under the harvest moon
the body may confine
along a river-side

 



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