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lost love poem

listen to the sounding sea
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
some one complained to the master
i love my life, but not too well
there were three in the meadow by the brook
when the wind works against us in the dark
green afternoon serene and bright
over the river, on the hill
the sky
i fill this cup
brief on a flying night

 



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