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like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
friend, whose smile has come to be
there was a time in former years
do not grieve that it is over
my son is dead and i am going blind
once this soft turf
here lies a most beautiful lady
look out upon the stars, my love
i went up and down the streets
burly, dozing humble-bee
the body may confine

 



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