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sad love poem

i stood by the open casement
with the meek, brown eyes
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
once this soft turf
when a deed is done for freedom
the arches of the red bridge
i never knew the earth had so much gold
were it not for that singular smell
could we but know
if i should die, think only this of me
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i had over-prepared the event

 



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