I    to sleep the apples,

        to umult of cemetries.

        I    to sleep t child

        o cut    on the high seas.

        I dont    to    t lose their blood,

        t trid mouter.

        I dont    to learn of tortures of the grass,

        nor of ts mouth

        t labors before dawn.

        I    to sleep awhile,

        aury;

        but all must kno I    died;

        t table of gold in my lips;

        t I am t wing;

        t I am tense sears.

        Cover me at dah a veil,

        because dafuls of ants at me,

        and    er my shoes

        so t the scorpion slide.

        For I    to sleep the apples,

        to learn a lament t o earth;

        for I    to live    dark child

        o cut    on the high seas.
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