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What time is it now? Dark. Maybe, third.
again I, it is seen, eyes not to close his.
A shepherd in the village of clicks whip at dawn.
Pull cold window,
Is drawn into the yard.
And I'm one.
Not true, you
All through his white wave
With me.

1953

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