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good bye poem

high-born race
i make my shroud, but no one knows
along the banks
awful truths these be
she might have known it in the earlier spring
good woman
a very remarkable history this is
melancholy, blue it was
of sun nor stars
blossoms of babies
darkest, strangest mystery
the shadows of the ships
city that is not a city
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans

 



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