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religious poem

just as my fingers on these keys
do not turn your head
night is dark, and the winter winds
the old songs
which i wish to remark
do i like it
be not false
in their ragged regimentals
i have heard them in the night
now while my lips are living
within my hand i hold
see i give myself to you
often is it not so?
melancholy, blue it was

 



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