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poem for pastors

why so sad my lovely one?
you are my companion
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
as evening falls
i saw him once before
musing, between the sunset and the dark
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
melancholy days have come
i have had one fear in my life
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i bid them all farewell

 



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