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sad love poem

she was a beauty in the days
you are clear
into the silent land
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the snow whispers about me
old wine to drink
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
burly, dozing humble-bee
never in all my life
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
for these white arms about my neck
one by one, like leaves from a tree

 



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