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thanksgiving poem

see i give myself to you
sad are they who know not love
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
could we but know
when i returned at sunset
now that i have cooled to you
my sorrow, when she's here with me
there's one that i once loved so much
a mist was driving down

 



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