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love poem

those black eyes i once so praised
she said
weak-winged is song
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
over the river they beckon to me
love me at last, or if you will not
for these white arms about my neck
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
through the broad earth's aching breast
stir

 



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