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angel poem

woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
love me at last, or if you will not
beneath the warrior's helm
with lips blood red and heart of stone
see i give myself to you
friend, whose smile has come to be
i have heard that a certain princess
storm
hang no wreath

 



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