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mother daughter poem

above them all, looking down
full of tears
i am dying
just now
tell me not
there is a country full of wine
these be
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i think it just splendid
we were not many
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the old songs
grieve not for the invisible
green afternoon serene and bright

 



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