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friendship poem

that year
and my name is truthful
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
last midnight
here falls no light
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i fill this cup
stern cold man
though i am little as all little things

 



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