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i miss you poem

under the harvest moon
just as my fingers on these keys
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
perhaps
where shall i find you
therefore i may not
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
the old west, the old time
through the broad earth's aching breast
sleep, gray brother of death

 



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