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birthday poem

he speaks not well
as evening falls
gone are the three, those sisters rare
dear wife
lady, your heart has turned to dust
now while my lips are living
the darkness
up to her chamber window
when night drifts along the streets of the city
my sorrow, when she's here with me
you say you love me

 



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