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good bye poem

at midnight
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
i had a dream and i awoke with it
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
in september
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
there is a country full of wine
by the shore, by the sea
as a white candle
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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