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friend poem

here falls no light
often is it not so?
simplicity
there is a city, builded by no hand
little park that i pass through
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
long has the summer sunlight shone
often i think of the beautiful town
the fragrance came
i know what you're going to say
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
stand here by my side

 



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