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sad love poem

do not grieve that it is over
though i am little as all little things
all those treasures that lie
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
daughters of time
he's gone
when freedom from her mountain height
beside a stricken field
i had over-prepared the event
see, they return
i expect you
they threw a stone, you threw a stone

 



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