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romantic poem

there is a country full of wine
he came and took me by the hand
the old songs
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i am old and blind
for then without
green afternoon serene and bright
some of the hurts you have cured
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
hang no wreath
now while my lips are living
eighty years have passed, and more

 



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