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best friend poem

who loves the rain
my true love from her pillow rose
a very remarkable history this is
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
now while my lips are living
all within and all without me
gloom
with the meek, brown eyes
to clothe the fiery thought
i saw the first pear
daughter, thou art come to die

 



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