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friendship poems

why are the things that have no death
world that changes under my hand
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
there were three in the meadow by the brook
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
they in the darkness gather and ask
you are beautiful and faded
when the hours of day are numbered
thoughts through my head

 



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