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sad death poem

woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
up from the south at break of day
when the hours of day are numbered
for these white arms about my neck
to some the fat gods
these be
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
darkest, strangest mystery
i have heard that a certain princess

 



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