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broken heart poem

i saw with open eyes
i had over-prepared the event
the mountains they are silent folk
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
gone are the three, those sisters rare
which i wish to remark
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
what was it the engines said
a flying word from here and there

 



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