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death poetry

i think it just splendid
but i cannot read you now
when i returned at sunset
night is dark, and the winter winds
day is done
i know not where
she limps with halting painful pace
babylon-where i go dreaming
i make my shroud, but no one knows
softly now the light of day

 



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