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my mother taught me that every night
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
why are the things that have no death
out of the deep and the dark
a mile behind
here falls no light
at dawn, he said
who loves the rain
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
and so it goes
the darkness rolls upward
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



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