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romantic poem

this ancient silver bowl of mine
my sorrow, when she's here with me
when i was a boy at college
long ago, in the young moonlight
i cannot always feel his greatness
one by one, like leaves from a tree
but alas, just dreams
eighty years have passed, and more
if i had known how narrow a prison is love

 



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