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break up poem

daughter, thou art come to die
i make my shroud, but no one knows
but i cannot read you now
a bird sang
in all things not spoken of
in halls of sleep you wandered by
my soul is a dark ploughed field
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
under a spreading chestnut tree

 



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