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nature poem

in an old chamber softly lit
see, they return
a mile behind
now while my lips are living
since i have felt the sense of death
i reside at table mountain
they in the darkness gather and ask
better than granite
there is no escape by the river
i heard the wind all day
i make my shroud, but no one knows
the old west, the old time

 



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