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poem for pastors

i went up and down the streets
grieve not for the invisible
see i give myself to you
why are the things that have no death
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
renew the vision of delight
among the mountains i wandered
doubtless i remember still
the ships are lying in the bay
those black eyes i once so praised

 



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