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sympathy poem

there was never a sound beside the wood but one
were it not for that singular smell
i walk down the garden paths
the sun is up
i never knew the earth had so much gold
i stand in the cold gray weather
for truth, for love
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
storm

 



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