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sad death poem

two rows of cabbages
i love my life, but not too well
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
do not grieve that it is over
why then, must we see?
lived by the river-side
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
who loves the rain
moonlight deep and tender
still thirteen years
give me

 



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