Pebblestone and rose
Washed with curves
Against the wind wood its way
Its length before its tincture
Calm and could be
To keep such things within
Here lay still
Oh earth to break and conquer
So sour the gone under
Splendid with the dead and afraid
Shaken from a body
Darkness, spite fear
After all that you want to die
A natural death
To go out like a candle
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