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sad death poem

grieve not for the invisible
a few more windy days
before the solemn bronze saint
truely
where shall i find you
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
the meadow was creeping
risen from the dead
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
we were not many

 



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