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halloween poem

somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
over the river, on the hill
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
night was black and drear
by the shore, by the sea
beside a stricken field
a bird sang
to be able to see every side of every question
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies

 



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