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i saw with open eyes
blossoms of babies
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
i am the wind that wavers
perhaps it is no matter that you died
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i love my life, but not too well

 



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