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friend poem

all those treasures that lie
brother, i am fire
lady, your heart has turned to dust
my true love from her pillow rose
i have heard that a certain princess
it was the autumn of the year
dark-eyed
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
daughter, thou art come to die

 



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