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sad love poem

be not false
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
when i was broke in london
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
in mournful numbers
i stood
up from the meadows rich with corn
why so sad my lovely one?
i never knew the earth had so much gold
look out upon the stars, my love
desolate and lone
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
what was it the engines said

 



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