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sad death poem

beside a stricken field
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
often i think of the beautiful town
so fallen
looking beyond
who loves the rain
i love to steal awhile away
in all things not spoken of
one with you
i see all human wits
a storm is riding on the tide
she might have known it in the earlier spring

 



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