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father poem

my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
in september
sad are they who know not love
gloom
i shall see a star tonight
sadly speaking
see, from this counterfeit of him
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
up to her chamber window
in and of itself
i am in love with high far-seeing places
from our hidden places
i wonder where you live

 



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