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sad poem

weak-winged is song
high-born race
all my love for my sweet
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
grieve not for the invisible
if i should die, think only this of me
stir
the stars fell from heaven
with the sunset
the ships are lying in the bay
the sun is up

 



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