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sad death poem

once this soft turf
she was a beauty in the days
i bid them all farewell
i do not pray for peace
bring me soft song
lady, your heart has turned to dust
we were not many
and still they walked on
the meadow was creeping
tell me
it was a tall young oysterman
i loathed you

 



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