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friend poem

he's gone
still thirteen years
i have seen the proudest stars
softly now the light of day
high walls and huge
for truth, for love
two rows of cabbages
i can not tell you now
i have to say good-night
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
look out upon the stars, my love
tell me less or tell me more
no prey am i of poor thoughts

 



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