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life poem

at midnight
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
when i was broke in london
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
he's gone
sweet with fern and rose
there is a city, builded by no hand
i fill this cup
i walk down the garden paths
the long resounding marble corridors
roses and gold
gone before us

 



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