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marriage poem

roses and gold
since i have felt the sense of death
up to her chamber window
with joy and wonder
gone are the three, those sisters rare
there is a city, builded by no hand
risen from the dead
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
so lost
let us express our baser passions
by the rude bridge
storm

 



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