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hang no wreath
god
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
in the dark and peace of my final bed
the darkness
lived by the river-side
in halls of sleep you wandered by
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
if it
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
why are the things that have no death
let us plant

 



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