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sad love poem

she might have known it in the earlier spring
this ancient silver bowl of mine
in their ragged regimentals
the sky
love me at last, or if you will not
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
love has been sung a thousand ways
have we no shame?
the hypocritic days
all quiet along the potomac

 



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