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sad love poem

i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
my son is dead and i am going blind
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
gloom
this is the arsenal
do you hear the rain?
the mountains they are silent folk
why so sad my lovely one?
and my name is truthful
there was a strangeness on your lips
i stood by the open casement

 



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