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poem for pastors

what spiteful chance steals unawares
let me be sad
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
i think it just splendid
darkest, strangest mystery
the agony of having too much power
i had a dream and i awoke with it
hang no wreath
thoughts through my head
let me move slowly through the street
do you remember

 



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