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friendship poem

there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i think it just splendid
sweet splendor
but i cannot read you now
passing through huddled and ugly walls
all my love for my sweet
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
pushing out, struggling vainly
i never knew the earth had so much gold
i cannot always feel his greatness
a mile behind
i know not where
when night drifts along the streets of the city
god

 



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