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christmas poems

give me
to some the fat gods
afraid no more, i say
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
quietly, with reverance, in awe
the meadow was creeping
i have seen the proudest stars
i bid them all farewell
noises that strive to tear
here lies a most beautiful lady
all within and all without me
my son is dead and i am going blind
i am dying

 



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