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sympathy poem

tripping up, falling down
a flying word from here and there
they in the darkness gather and ask
there were three in the meadow by the brook
there by the window in the old house
the body may confine
leave the lovely words unsaid
i fill this cup
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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