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suicide poem

it was many and many a year ago
though i am little as all little things
the ancient songs
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
since i have felt the sense of death
before the solemn bronze saint
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
moonlight deep and tender
now while my lips are living

 



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