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christmas poetry

why then, must we see?
in mournful numbers
there are gains for all our losses
you say you love me
a life on the ocean wave
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
my son is dead and i am going blind
the fragrance came
for these white arms about my neck
this is the song of youth
the rain was over, and the brilliant air

 



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