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grandmother poem

in their ragged regimentals
my son is dead and i am going blind
i heard the wind all day
glooms of the live-oaks
in your arms was still delight
these be
i had a dream and i awoke with it
melancholy, blue it was
i have seen the proudest stars
all within and all without me

 



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