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grandma poem

it was many and many a year ago
let a joy keep you
eighty years have passed, and more
music i heard with you was more than music
under a spreading chestnut tree
wheel me down by the meadow
little gate was reached at last
the body may confine
out of the sparkling sea
still thirteen years
good woman
little park that i pass through
he's gone

 



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