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sad death poem

be not angry with me
i am old and blind
friend, whose smile has come to be
hang no wreath
i fill this cup
earth travails
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
sun and wind and beat of sea
beneath the warrior's helm
he came and took me by the hand
just as my fingers on these keys

 



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