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romantic poem

i am dying
that year
when the wind works against us in the dark
melancholy, blue it was
look out upon the stars, my love
he came and took me by the hand
there is a city, builded by no hand
all my love for my sweet
the air is full of dawn and spring
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
softly weeping

 



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