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sad death poem

music i heard with you was more than music
backward, turn backward
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
i know what you're going to say
here lies a most beautiful lady
see i give myself to you
among the mountains i wandered
gaily through the fields we danced
but alas, just dreams
the saddest of the year
i have to say good-night
the hypocritic days

 



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