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pumpkin poem

where shall i find you
doubtless i remember still
to clothe the fiery thought
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
they ask me where i've been
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
good woman
she limps with halting painful pace
softly weeping
the snow whispers about me
be not false
there is a city, builded by no hand

 



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