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halloween poem for kid

dark-eyed
there was a time in former years
this is the song of youth
sun stepped down from his golden throne
my son is dead and i am going blind
i cannot always feel his greatness
the ancient songs
there by the window in the old house
within my hand i hold
our pleasant moments fly
all within and all without me
i reside at table mountain

 



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