Standards by Raul d'Gama Rose
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Times darkened by sorrow/ The wind bearing fog. / The past few years have consumed me.
If only I knew/ which way I should take/ I would plough through it with a/ golden plough/ I would sow it with fine pearls. / Then I would drench it with my/ Pouring tears."
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