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sad death poem

night was black and drear
there was a time in former years
glass-blower of time
hang no wreath
she limps with halting painful pace
i am fevered
i love to steal awhile away
a thousand silent years ago
out of the deep and the dark
birds against the april wind
last midnight
be patient, life, when love is at the gate

 



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