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marriage poem

perhaps it is no matter that you died
she heard the children playing in the sun
all my love for my sweet
tell me not
there is no flock, however watched and tended
stern cold man
their beautiful hair
did you ever hear of
hang no wreath
stay no more
do not turn your head
beneath my window in a city street

 



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