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funeral poem

tripping up, falling down
shades of night were falling fast
before the solemn bronze saint
i burn no incense
sun and wind and beat of sea
up from the south at break of day
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
i heard the wind all day
in your arms was still delight
i am dying
it was a tall young oysterman
you are clear

 



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