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funeral poem

we break the glass whose sacred wine
melancholy days have come
above them all, looking down
grieve not for the invisible
all within and all without me
long ago, in the young moonlight
see i give myself to you
the ships are lying in the bay
once this soft turf
from our hidden places

 



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