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sad death poem

melancholy days have come
why do
passing through huddled and ugly walls
roses and gold
he's gone
stern cold man
desolate and lone
who will be naming the wind
winged shadows sweeping by
give me
when i was broke in london
just now
to what shall a woman liken her beloved

 



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