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baby poem

i love to steal awhile away
be not false
my true love from her pillow rose
the body may confine
passing through huddled and ugly walls
in mournful numbers
there's one that i once loved so much
as evening falls
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
give me
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i love my life, but not too well

 



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