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autumn poem

along a river-side
softly weeping
since, if you stood by my side today
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
high-born race
to some the fat gods
darkest, strangest mystery
mysterious night
so fallen
i can not tell you now

 



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