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sad poem

in mournful numbers
just as my fingers on these keys
made up of loveliness alone
when i was broke in london
a pen of steel
see, they return
arched the flood
a mile behind
rocked in the cradle of the deep
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds

 



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