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sad death poem

i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
skies they were ashen and sober
do not grieve that it is over
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i think it just splendid

 



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