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beside a stricken field
sadly speaking
a mile behind
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
not from the whole wide world
perhaps it is no matter that you died
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
take my bracelets
sun and wind and beat of sea
our pleasant moments fly
i am dying
those black eyes i once so praised

 



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