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A
SlI
KOrSIIIHK LAI)
Ah, past the pUiiige of plummet. In seas
My
I
eannot sound.
heart and soul and senses,
World without end, are drowned. His
folly
has not fellow
Beneath the blue of day
That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.
There flowers no balm to
From That
's
The
sain
him
east of earth to west
lost for everlasting
heart out of his breast.
Here by the labouring highway With empty hands Sea-deep,
Lie lost
till
my
I stroll
doomsday morning. heart and soul.
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