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friend poem

often is it not so?
high-born race
in the dark and peace of my final bed
up from the meadows rich with corn
i fill this cup
have you not heard
under a spreading chestnut tree
tell me not
winged shadows sweeping by
give me hunger
if i should die, think only this of me
royal feast was done
god
afraid no more, i say

 



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