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death poem

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
your body's motion is like music
i've won the race
my soul is a dark ploughed field
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i said, i have shut my heart
if i should die, think only this of me
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
who is the runner in the skies

 



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