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good bye poem

how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
lady, your heart has turned to dust
see, from this counterfeit of him
over the river, on the hill
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
are you alive?
a mile behind

 



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