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sad poetry

short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
through the broad earth's aching breast
she heard the children playing in the sun
i saw god. do you doubt it?
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
splendid and terrible your love
over the river, on the hill
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
at midnight

 



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