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the endless, foolish merriment of stars
he's gone
he speaks not well
this ancient silver bowl of mine
that year
why then, must we see?
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
night is dark, and the winter winds
along the banks
up from the south at break of day
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
in may
which keeps

 



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