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broken heart poem

roses and gold
into the silent land
there by the window in the old house
in your arms was still delight
there is a city, builded by no hand
and breaketh bread no more
i have seen the proudest stars
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
the saddest of the year
all those treasures that lie
had he and i but met
under the harvest moon

 



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