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short love poem

all my love for my sweet
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
on and on
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
he came and took me by the hand
into the silent land
sun stepped down from his golden throne
it was a tall young oysterman
you are clear
there were three in the meadow by the brook

 



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