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sex poem

risen from the dead
could we but know
softly now the light of day
so fallen
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
on and on
night is dark, and the winter winds
though i am little as all little things
the ships are lying in the bay
world that changes under my hand
the shadows of the ships
in new york harbor

 



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