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sorry poem

love me at last, or if you will not
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
i expect you
do not grieve that it is over
when i returned at sunset
she was a beauty in the days
when freedom from her mountain height
the old west, the old time
in halls of sleep you wandered by
and breaketh bread no more

 



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