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poem for pastors

in his guarded tent
roses and gold
there is no escape by the river
storm
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
truely
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
you are my companion
i love the old melodious lays
if it
it tells of good old times
better than granite
in the cloud-gray mornings

 



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