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i love you poem

and so it goes
by the rude bridge
there are three ways in which men take
who will be naming the wind
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
a thousand silent years ago
so lost
the poets tell
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the dawn was apple-green
up from the south at break of day
what shall we do now

 



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