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lost love poem

my mother twines me roses wet with dew
in their ragged regimentals
up from the meadows rich with corn
over the river they beckon to me
and my name is truthful
could we but know
rocked in the cradle of the deep
if i should die, think only this of me
under a spreading chestnut tree

 



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