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sympathy poem

the pale day drowses on the western steep
from our hidden places
i love the old melodious lays
why do you always stand there shivering
and still they walked on
backward, turn backward
is there anybody there
see i give myself to you
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
when i was broke in london

 



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