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funeral poem

stuff of the moon
which i wish to remark
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
in the cloud-gray mornings
moonlight deep and tender
music i heard with you was more than music
she heard the children playing in the sun
do you remember
i make my shroud, but no one knows
when i was broke in london

 



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