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break up poem

a mist was driving down
melancholy days have come
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
just as my fingers on these keys
in and of itself
brother, i am fire
in the cloud-gray mornings
my son is dead and i am going blind
she heard the children playing in the sun
truely
sing again the song you sung

 



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