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i love you poem

in mournful numbers
in the dark and peace of my final bed
the darkness
the saddest of the year
i love the old melodious lays
in new york harbor
there is a city, builded by no hand
a mist was driving down
this is the arsenal
though i am little as all little things
high-born race
i am dying

 



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