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sad poetry

which i wish to remark
roses and gold
before the solemn bronze saint
who is the runner in the skies
in mournful numbers
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i fill this cup
the arches of the red bridge
there is a city, builded by no hand
when i returned at sunset
once this soft turf

 



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