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sorry poem

it tells of good old times
weak-winged is song
eighty years have passed, and more
i have heard them in the night
take my bracelets
with lips blood red and heart of stone
world that changes under my hand
under a spreading chestnut tree
did you ever see an alligator
stir
i saw the clouds among the hills

 



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