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sad poem

often i think of the beautiful town
a flying word from here and there
softly weeping
lady, your heart has turned to dust
though i am little as all little things
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
there by the window in the old house
the poets tell
be not angry with me
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
daughters of time

 



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