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grandmother poem

in halls of sleep you wandered by
a mist was driving down
are you alive?
their beautiful hair
it was a tall young oysterman
i had over-prepared the event
death's nobility again
we were not many
master of human destinies am i
do the boys and girls still go
melancholy, blue it was
my true love from her pillow rose

 



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