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thank you poem

sleep sweetly in your humble graves
beside a stricken field
what spiteful chance steals unawares
my mother taught me that every night
your body's motion is like music
daughter, thou art come to die
night was black and drear
there was a strangeness on your lips
star-dust and vaporous light
i've won the race
i know not where

 



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