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broken heart poem

if the red slayer think he slays
by the shore, by the sea
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
let me be sad
since, if you stood by my side today
little park that i pass through
the air is full of dawn and spring
when i returned at sunset
when, full of warm and eager love
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
backward, turn backward
shades of night were falling fast

 



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