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sad poem

long ago, in the young moonlight
sun stepped down from his golden throne
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
city that is not a city
beneath the warrior's helm
for truth, for love
be not angry with me
and my name is truthful
music i heard with you was more than music
i saw the first pear
often is it not so?
tell me
burly, dozing humble-bee

 



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