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death poetry

there were three in the meadow by the brook
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
a bird sang
the sun is up
winged shadows sweeping by
sadly speaking
royal feast was done
i see all human wits
be not angry with me
the shadows of the ships
this is the arsenal
sweet with fern and rose
and my name is truthful
and breaketh bread no more

 



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