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life poem

if i were very sure
my soul is a dark ploughed field
he came and took me by the hand
sweet with fern and rose
over the river, on the hill
thoughts through my head
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
my mother taught me that every night
before the solemn bronze saint
this is the ship of pearl
bring me soft song
with lips blood red and heart of stone
sweet splendor

 



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