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thanksgiving poem

i hold your heart
as a white candle
just now
a look is but a ray
in your arms was still delight
let us pity those who are better off than we are
the little white prayers
little gate was reached at last
sadly speaking
tripping up, falling down
earth travails
stand here by my side
skies they were ashen and sober

 



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