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life poem

i loved a woman
he's gone
doubtless i remember still
we lay
i have had one fear in my life
there is no flock, however watched and tended
but alas, just dreams
in new york harbor
since i have felt the sense of death
along a river-side
there is a city, builded by no hand
let me move slowly through the street
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
the sky

 



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