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teen love poem

she must go back, she said
the meadow was creeping
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
old wine to drink
our pleasant moments fly
beneath my window in a city street
hang no wreath
have you heard
come down at dawn from windless hills
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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