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grandma poem

do not grieve that it is over
my sorrow, when she's here with me
i know not where
my true love from her pillow rose
into the silent land
along the banks
within my hand i hold
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
rocked in the cradle of the deep
sad are they who know not love
we were not many

 



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