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poem for pastors

i am dying
beneath my window in a city street
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
as evening falls
her face is fair and smooth and fine
come down at dawn from windless hills
just as my fingers on these keys
the ships are lying in the bay
when i was broke in london
have you heard
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise

 



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