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romantic poem

in the dark and peace of my final bed
why then, must we see?
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
love has been sung a thousand ways
were it not for that singular smell
daughter, thou art come to die
a pen of steel

 



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