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family poem

let me be sad
full of tears
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
i burn no incense
my son is dead and i am going blind
up from the meadows rich with corn
the agony of having too much power
come down at dawn from windless hills
often i think of the beautiful town
night was black and drear

 



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