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friendship poem

but alas, just dreams
i fill this cup
daughter, thou art come to die
musing, between the sunset and the dark
there are three ways in which men take
all my love for my sweet
i loathed you
softly weeping
i heard the wind all day
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
green afternoon serene and bright
i saw with open eyes

 



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