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daughter poem

as a naked man i go
within my hand i hold
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
a few more windy days
i despise my friends more than you
music i heard with you was more than music
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
softly now the light of day
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
they may talk of love in a cottage
high-born race
tell me
with joy and wonder
among the mountains i wandered

 



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