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    You smooth that lost dress
    And rearrange your hollow hair
    Daft Lady
    In the last asylum of roots
    Broken bottles

    Horses browse at the vacant troughs
    Of your eyes
    Perhaps the Indians were right
    All importance
    Eventually encircles

    I expect you to come back
    And untie the stones from the ground
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