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broken heart poem

perhaps it is no matter that you died
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
when i was a boy at college
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
tell me not
up and down he goes
at midnight
their beautiful hair
it was a tall young oysterman
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
from song and dream for ever gone

 



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