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sad love poem

with the meek, brown eyes
there were three in the meadow by the brook
to some the fat gods
desolate and lone
we who stood
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i love my hour of wind and light

 



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