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autumn poem

the hypocritic days
still thirteen years
i loved a woman
my mother taught me that every night
all down the years
the long resounding marble corridors
i am old and blind
is there anybody there
with the meek, brown eyes
i think it just splendid
lady, your heart has turned to dust
who will be naming the wind
no prey am i of poor thoughts
give me

 



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