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best friend poem

rising moon has hid the stars
passing through huddled and ugly walls
they ask me where i've been
i cannot always feel his greatness
for these white arms about my neck
take my bracelets
to the passionate lover
have you not heard
gaily through the fields we danced
the arches of the red bridge
those black eyes i once so praised
a bird sang

 



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