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poem for dad

the rain was over, and the brilliant air
he's gone
softly weeping
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
could we but know
and my name is truthful
there is no flock, however watched and tended
i gazed upon the glorious sky
our pleasant moments fly
give me hunger
i fill this cup

 



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