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good bye poem

i sometimes wonder if it's really true
i heard the wind all day
he speaks not well
doubtless i remember still
like eagles on up high
beside a stricken field
i am in love with high far-seeing places
the air is full of dawn and spring
when, full of warm and eager love
it tells of good old times
full of tears
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
the endless, foolish merriment of stars

 



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