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religious poem

tell me less or tell me more
there are gains for all our losses
perhaps it is no matter that you died
under a spreading chestnut tree
in an old chamber softly lit
in halls of sleep you wandered by
i have heard them in the night
they may talk of love in a cottage

 



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