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short love poem

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
the ancient songs
softly now the light of day
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
i saw the first pear
with the meek, brown eyes
i know what you're going to say
city that is not a city
under the harvest moon

 



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