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anniversary poem

dark-eyed
they in the darkness gather and ask
i am dying
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
all those treasures that lie
my son is dead and i am going blind
the mountains they are silent folk
little gate was reached at last
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room

 



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