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autumn poem

mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
there is no flock, however watched and tended
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
as evening falls
be not angry with me
bring me soft song
beneath the warrior's helm
one by one, like leaves from a tree
since i have felt the sense of death
daughter, thou art come to die

 



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