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sad poem

a thousand silent years ago
why then, must we see?
in september
it tells of good old times
i have to say good-night
be in me as the eternal moods
why are the things that have no death
i stand in the cold gray weather
tell me not
a flying word from here and there
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel

 



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