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christmas poetry

they ask me where i've been
so lost
what shall we do now
high-born race
rising moon has hid the stars
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
and so it goes
my true love from her pillow rose
stuff of the moon
which keeps
in all things not spoken of
old wine to drink
though i am little as all little things

 



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