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sympathy poem

i can not tell you now
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
love has been sung a thousand ways
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
truely
gone are the three, those sisters rare
be not false
up from the south at break of day
which keeps
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam

 



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