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thanksgiving poetry

those black eyes i once so praised
we were not many
some one complained to the master
when i go back to earth
why so sad my lovely one?
softly now the light of day
in all things not spoken of
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
made up of loveliness alone
could we but know
there is a country full of wine

 



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