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halloween poem

why then, must we see?
let me be sad
there is a city, builded by no hand
daughter, thou art come to die
it tells of good old times
do not grieve that it is over
why are the things that have no death
sadly speaking
it was the autumn of the year
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
long ago, in the young moonlight

 



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