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father poem

night is dark, and the winter winds
see, from this counterfeit of him
a thousand silent years ago
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
when i was broke in london
within my hand i hold
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
when the wind works against us in the dark
softly now the light of day
the arches of the red bridge

 



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