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missing you poem

the poets tell
daughter, thou art come to die
softly weeping
brief on a flying night
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
i can not tell you now
i have seen the proudest stars
when, full of warm and eager love
out of the deep and the dark
there was a time in former years
little park that i pass through

 



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