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autumn poetry

eighty years have passed, and more
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
as it
i expect you
to clothe the fiery thought
i gazed upon the glorious sky
stand here by my side
once this soft turf
could we but know
the swan existing
all those treasures that lie
therefore i may not
there by the window in the old house

 



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