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graduation poem

pushing out, struggling vainly
lady, your heart has turned to dust
there were three in the meadow by the brook
were it not for that singular smell
the snow whispers about me
i have seen the proudest stars
this is the song of youth
rising moon has hid the stars
in your arms was still delight
so lost

 



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