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sad poem

glass-blower of time
stand here by my side
into the silent land
my true love from her pillow rose
tripping up, falling down
why then, must we see?
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
when i go back to earth
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
here falls no light

 



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