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sad love poem

those black eyes i once so praised
when night drifts along the streets of the city
stern cold man
awful truths these be
mysterious night
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
for then without
gone are the three, those sisters rare
i know not where
see i give myself to you
the ships are lying in the bay
better than granite
grieve not for the invisible

 



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