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funeral poem

a little peach in the orchard grew
come down at dawn from windless hills
over the river, on the hill
they ask me where i've been
i never knew the earth had so much gold
not from the whole wide world
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
pushing out, struggling vainly
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true

 



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