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pastor appreciation poem

i love to steal awhile away
afraid no more, i say
desolate and lone
roses and gold
see, from this counterfeit of him
the meadow was creeping
lady, your heart has turned to dust
awful truths these be
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies

 



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