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pumpkin poem

the mountains they are silent folk
hang no wreath
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
could we but know
do not grieve that it is over
it was many and many a year ago
melancholy, blue it was
come down at dawn from windless hills
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
simply speaking
when the hours of day are numbered

 



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