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lost love poem

happiness
up from the meadows rich with corn
sleep, gray brother of death
which i wish to remark
sweet splendor
when, full of warm and eager love
though i am little as all little things
eighty years have passed, and more
under dusky laurel leaf
winged shadows sweeping by
into the silent land
i despise my friends more than you

 



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