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break up poem

could we but know
perhaps it is no matter that you died
little gate was reached at last
he's gone
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
my true love from her pillow rose
the air is full of dawn and spring
the mountains they are silent folk
melancholy, blue it was

 



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