bernur

Do you know me like I know you?

Have all beautiful things sad destinies?

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And what of the dead? They lie without shoes
in their stone boats. They are more like stone
than the sea would be if it stopped.

Full fathom five our father lies
Of his bones are coral made
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him that does fade
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange -
Gösta Oswald, drunknad - - - Exakt som Shelley - - -

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