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happy birthday poem

sleep, gray brother of death
in an old chamber softly lit
tell me
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
i gazed upon the glorious sky
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
when i looked into your eyes
there is no flock, however watched and tended

 



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