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broken heart poem

the poets tell
what spiteful chance steals unawares
this ancient silver bowl of mine
her face is fair and smooth and fine
lo! 'tis a gala night
desolate and lone
thoughts through my head
high-born race
if the red slayer think he slays
long has the summer sunlight shone
now that i have cooled to you
were it not for that singular smell
i never knew the earth had so much gold
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges

 



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