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sad poem

long ago, in the young moonlight
when you come tonight
i am in love with high far-seeing places
who will be naming the wind
as a naked man i go
sun and wind and beat of sea
burly, dozing humble-bee
i gazed upon the glorious sky
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
often is it not so?
beneath the warrior's helm
there is no escape by the river

 



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