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2017
Though Lovers Be Lost Love Shall Not
Under a Juniper Tree the Bones Sang
Into the Laquearia
O O O O That Shakespearian Rag
The Old That is Strong Does Not Wither
They Lying Long Shall Not Die Windily
I Will Show You Fear in a Handful of Dust
Everything We Have Chosen Has Been granted to Us
And What We Discover Must Not Be Concealed
A Golden Cupidon Peeped Out
Righteousness and Bliss Shall Kiss One Another
Vanity. Vanity. All is Vanity
They Delivered It Up To the Inclemencies of Sun and Winters
He Dreams of Being an Honest Coward
It Can Exist, In and For Itself, Without Things
In the Deserts of the West, Still Today
Where the Dead Men Lost Their Bones
Old Man With Wrinkled Dugs
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