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death poem

night was black and drear
i saw the clouds among the hills
often is it not so?
one with you
do not grieve that it is over
she limps with halting painful pace
i never knew the earth had so much gold
beautiful, tragical faces
doubtless i remember still
he'd even have his joke
if i had known how narrow a prison is love

 



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