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best friend poem

but alas, just dreams
and breaketh bread no more
lady, your heart has turned to dust
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
the poets tell
see, they return
calm as that second summer
i stand in the cold gray weather
afraid no more, i say
weak-winged is song
love has been sung a thousand ways

 



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