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thanksgiving poetry

perhaps it is no matter that you died
i saw him once before
the mountains they are silent folk
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i have heard them in the night
i go my way complacently
awful truths these be
my sorrow, when she's here with me
the darkness
shadows lay along broadway
within my hand i hold
long ago, in the young moonlight

 



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