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sad death poem

doubtless i remember still
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
sad are they who know not love
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i do not pray for peace
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
over the river they beckon to me
one by one, like leaves from a tree
to be able to see every side of every question

 



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