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sorry poem

now while my lips are living
i saw the clouds among the hills
in may
a few more windy days
see i give myself to you
in the cloud-gray mornings
have you seen walking through the village
if i should die, think only this of me
in september
lady, your heart has turned to dust
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
before the solemn bronze saint
winged shadows sweeping by
rocked in the cradle of the deep

 



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