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sad love poem

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
weak-winged is song
my soul is a dark ploughed field
sweet splendor
sad are they who know not love
in halls of sleep you wandered by
i walk down the garden paths
why do
i have heard that a certain princess
world that changes under my hand
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
to the passionate lover
roses and gold

 



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