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sympathy poem

there was a time in former years
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
wheel me down by the meadow
i went up and down the streets
a look is but a ray
i stood
truely
brother, i am fire
up from the meadows rich with corn
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
tell me

 



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