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my true love from her pillow rose
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
in your flight
my son is dead and i am going blind
full of tears
three years ago today
soft as the bed in the earth
but i cannot read you now
little gate was reached at last
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst

 



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