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retirement poem

my mother taught me that every night
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
your body's motion is like music
sad are they who know not love
doubtless i remember still
have you seen walking through the village
see, they return
stern cold man
the pale day drowses on the western steep
be not angry with me

 



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