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sad death poem

i am old and blind
i despise my friends more than you
when you come tonight
a thousand silent years ago
in all things not spoken of
softly now the light of day
what do i owe to you
now while my lips are living
when i go back to earth
long ago, in the young moonlight
my sorrow, when she's here with me

 



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