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father poem

at dawn, he said
i have had one fear in my life
a few more windy days
up from the south at break of day
let me be sad
rising moon has hid the stars
had he and i but met
white foam flower, red flame flower
high-born race
there is a city, builded by no hand
i shall see a star tonight

 



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