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with the meek, brown eyes
let us express our baser passions
so lost
night is dark, and the winter winds
just as my fingers on these keys
when i was a boy at college
sweet splendor
were it not for that singular smell
it was the autumn of the year
a storm is riding on the tide
sing again the song you sung
grieve not for the invisible

 



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