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Sunday, March 19, 2017. Like the mountain hyacinth, the purple flower. That the shepherds trample to the ground. The muses have filled my life. And when I die I shall not be forgotten. Here now, again, Muses leaving the golden. The moon is down. The Pleiades. Midnight. The hours flow on,. I lie, alone. In Lesbos, he had planned to be of service as a translator for the thousands of Syrians, Afghans, and Iraqis, who cross the Aegean Sea from Turkey, crowding into open boats and rubber dinghies, risking th.

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Sunday, March 19, 2017. Like the mountain hyacinth, the purple flower. That the shepherds trample to the ground. The muses have filled my life. And when I die I shall not be forgotten. Here now, again, Muses leaving the golden. The moon is down. The Pleiades. Midnight. The hours flow on,. I lie, alone. In Lesbos, he had planned to be of service as a translator for the thousands of Syrians, Afghans, and Iraqis, who cross the Aegean Sea from Turkey, crowding into open boats and rubber dinghies, risking th.

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