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happy birthday poem

what do i owe to you
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
wheel me down by the meadow
we break the glass whose sacred wine
over the river, on the hill
gone before us
they in the darkness gather and ask
lived by the river-side
when i looked into your eyes

 



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