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funeral poem

old wine to drink
we lay
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
under a spreading chestnut tree
let me be sad
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
the long resounding marble corridors
to clothe the fiery thought
blossoms of babies
often is it not so?
and with the humming bird

 



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