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father poem

short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
desolate and lone
beneath the warrior's helm
i have heard them in the night
perhaps
i hold your heart
gone are the three, those sisters rare
i reside at table mountain
i stood by the open casement
perhaps it is no matter that you died

 



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