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grandmother poem

when i go back to earth
simplicity
let me be sad
the dawn was apple-green
she was a beauty in the days
i see all human wits
why so sad my lovely one?
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
perhaps
just as my fingers on these keys
gone are the three, those sisters rare
passing through huddled and ugly walls
god

 



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