I had wanted a quiet testament
and I had wanted, among other things,
That was to be
of a like monotony.
Very very quiet.
A murmur of some lost
thrush, though I have never seen one.
Which was you then.
and so, at peace, so very much now this same quiet.
And of you the sign now, surely, of a gross
(which is not reluctant, or if it is,
it is no longer important.
Which one sings, if he sings it,
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