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grandmother poem

i stood by the open casement
he speaks not well
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
my sorrow, when she's here with me
when i was a boy at college
i went up and down the streets
rocked in the cradle of the deep
here lies a most beautiful lady
the hypocritic days

 



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