before this night became song

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before this night became song
I quarreled with the barreled

dark      took youth to task brought
hark to worry sold the tune of

death as so many lyrics that went
the songward way      before this

night became song I quarreled

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More than water, I have faith in
the sweat of

Treebark      in the foot of the mountain’s
burrow      more

Than the lick of an aguing folksong I
have faith in

The grass of worry, the team of point
less clemencies