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funeral poem

she limps with halting painful pace
when the hours of day are numbered
let me move slowly through the street
the pale day drowses on the western steep
i despise my friends more than you
her face is fair and smooth and fine
you say you love me
when i go back to earth
i see all human wits

 



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