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suicide poem

why are the things that have no death
there is no escape by the river
and breaketh bread no more
lady, your heart has turned to dust
if i should die, think only this of me
the darkness
lo! 'tis a gala night
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
a thousand silent years ago
but i cannot read you now
with the sunset
since, if you stood by my side today
a bird sang

 



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