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the poets tell
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
if i should die, think only this of me
the mountains they are silent folk
with lips blood red and heart of stone
though love repine, and reason chafe
a mile behind
my son is dead and i am going blind
have you heard
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes

 



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