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sad poem

but alas, just dreams
sweet with fern and rose
with lips blood red and heart of stone
when night drifts along the streets of the city
before the solemn bronze saint
the body may confine
these be
in the sphere
see, from this counterfeit of him
i went up and down the streets
could we but know

 



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