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grandma poem

all those treasures that lie
who will be naming the wind
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
with the sunset
she might have known it in the earlier spring
up to her chamber window
here falls no light
my true love from her pillow rose
have you seen walking through the village
perhaps it is no matter that you died
when freedom from her mountain height
a mile behind

 



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