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sad poem

when the wind works against us in the dark
i can not tell you now
lived by the river-side
so fallen
as it
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
shadows lay along broadway
the old west, the old time
these be
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces

 



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