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death poem

the dawn was apple-green
have we no shame?
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
just now
very well, you liberals
risen from the dead
have you seen walking through the village
let me move slowly through the street
who is the runner in the skies
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen

 



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