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nature poem

i am the wind that wavers
i saw him once before
but alas, just dreams
roses and gold
for these white arms about my neck
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
here lies a most beautiful lady
to some the fat gods
moonlight deep and tender
stir
winged shadows sweeping by
wheel me down by the meadow
i have to say good-night

 



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