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Jan 2021
Farewell to the shade
The whispering sounds

My fugitive years
The perishing pleasures
The nightly visits
Your constant flow of love

In an empty sound

The hearse
Turning from my nursery window
Such cause of terror
That seem by tongues
From Earth or Hell
Those dreadful yells the soul can hear.

Gypsy
Gypsy
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Gypsy  61/M/Earth
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