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best love poem

sweet splendor
the meadow was creeping
i can not tell you now
perhaps it is no matter that you died
do the boys and girls still go
who will be naming the wind
melancholy, blue it was
blossoms of babies
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
if i were very sure

 



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