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thanksgiving poem

there were three in the meadow by the brook
when the wind works against us in the dark
for truth, for love
the meadow was creeping
now while my lips are living
you are my companion
stern cold man
old wine to drink
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
bring me soft song

 



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