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sad poem

never in all my life
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
this is the arsenal
softly weeping
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
my true love from her pillow rose
in the sphere
i have to say good-night
there were three in the meadow by the brook
desolate and lone

 



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