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autumn poem

no prey am i of poor thoughts
friend, whose smile has come to be
listen
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
world that changes under my hand
there is a city, builded by no hand
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
musing, between the sunset and the dark
where shall i find you
give me

 



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