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friendship poems

better than granite
i see all human wits
if the red slayer think he slays
there was a strangeness on your lips
tell me less or tell me more
therefore i may not
high-born race
be in me as the eternal moods
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
they ask me where i've been
let us plant

 



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