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little park that i pass through
in september
sleep, gray brother of death
melancholy days have come
i shall see a star tonight
gone before us
still thirteen years
doubtless i remember still
full of tears
no prey am i of poor thoughts
the snow whispers about me
if the red slayer think he slays
in the dark and peace of my final bed


 



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