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autumn poem

the body may confine
night is dark, and the winter winds
stern cold man
have you seen walking through the village
on and on
i despise my friends more than you
the meadow was creeping
she was a beauty in the days
rocked in the cradle of the deep
just as my fingers on these keys
for then without
i said

 



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