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inspirational poem

these be
melancholy days have come
in september
i burn no incense
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
under the harvest moon
last midnight
with joy and wonder
the ancient songs
but alas, just dreams
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
when i was broke in london
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces

 



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