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i miss you poem

when the hours of day are numbered
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i am in love with high far-seeing places
all those treasures that lie
we who stood
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
the air is full of dawn and spring
he came and took me by the hand
i went up and down the streets

 



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