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romantic poetry

a thousand silent years ago
night was black and drear
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
give me
there's one that i once loved so much
have we no shame?
gaily through the fields we danced
up from the south at break of day
i make my shroud, but no one knows
there was a strangeness on your lips

 



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