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lost love poem

within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
were it not for that singular smell
to some the fat gods
it was the autumn of the year
there is an hour of peaceful rest
in the cloud-gray mornings
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
night is dark, and the winter winds
why do you always stand there shivering

 



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