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memorial poem

could we but know
arched the flood
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i went up and down the streets
in the sphere
you are beautiful and faded
to some the fat gods
in the cloud-gray mornings
softly weeping
sing again the song you sung
i know what you're going to say
i do not pray for peace
my sorrow, when she's here with me

 



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