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baby poem

since i have felt the sense of death
world that changes under my hand
daughter, thou art come to die
the lightning flashed, and lifted
be not angry with me
listen
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
happiness
not from the whole wide world
winged shadows sweeping by
what shall we do now
stir

 



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