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sister poem

but i cannot read you now
burly, dozing humble-bee
some one complained to the master
he's gone
i stand in the cold gray weather
gone are the three, those sisters rare
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
the ancient songs
star-dust and vaporous light
take my bracelets
a pen of steel

 



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