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those black eyes i once so praised
long ago, in the young moonlight
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
what do i owe to you
earth travails
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
little gate was reached at last
there are gains for all our losses
i stood by the open casement
when i was broke in london
in september
all those treasures that lie
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



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