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up to her chamber window
we lay
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
eighty years have passed, and more
leave the lovely words unsaid
some of the hurts you have cured
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i can not tell you now
sun and wind and beat of sea
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways

 



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