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sad death poem

i know not where
daughter, thou art come to die
let us pity those who are better off than we are
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
since, if you stood by my side today
calm as that second summer
i heard the wind all day
i despise my friends more than you
i saw god. do you doubt it?

 



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