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wedding poetry

eighty years have passed, and more
there is a city, builded by no hand
they ask me where i've been
perhaps it is no matter that you died
little gate was reached at last
do i like it
god
there were three in the meadow by the brook
at dawn, he said
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
so lost
i went up and down the streets

 



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