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grandma poem

up from the south at break of day
night is dark, and the winter winds
these be
i make my shroud, but no one knows
is there anybody there
musing, between the sunset and the dark
she might have known it in the earlier spring
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
in your arms was still delight
there is an hour of peaceful rest
you say you love me
to be able to see every side of every question
i fill this cup
i shall see a star tonight

 



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