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memorial poem

see, they return
little park that i pass through
in his guarded tent
i have seen the proudest stars
and how could you dream of meeting
i love my life, but not too well
sleep, gray brother of death
tripping up, falling down
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
i wonder where you live
there is a city, builded by no hand
i am a woman

 



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