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one by one, like leaves from a tree
do not turn your head
our pleasant moments fly
my true love from her pillow rose
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
when the wind works against us in the dark
i heard the wind all day
at midnight
when you come tonight
days endeared to every muse
perhaps it is no matter that you died

 



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