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thanksgiving poem

now while my lips are living
lady, your heart has turned to dust
i have seen the proudest stars
the poets tell
i went up and down the streets
earth travails
i make my shroud, but no one knows
look out upon the stars, my love
who loves the rain
as a white candle
up and down he goes

 



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