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life poetry

when the hours of day are numbered
here lies a most beautiful lady
with joy and wonder
i've won the race
as i lie roofed in, screened in
our pleasant moments fly
all down the years
they in the darkness gather and ask
within my hand i hold
why so sad my lovely one?
happiness
often is it not so?

 



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