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sweet splendor
the saddest of the year
had he and i but met
with the meek, brown eyes
there were three in the meadow by the brook
thoughts through my head
those black eyes i once so praised
just as my fingers on these keys
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break

 



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