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roses and gold
i went up and down the streets
in the cloud-gray mornings
in september
i have seen the proudest stars
little gate was reached at last
now that i have cooled to you
there by the window in the old house
stern cold man
lady, your heart has turned to dust
if the red slayer think he slays
this is the song of youth

 



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