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friendship poem

he came and took me by the hand
dark-eyed
if i should die, think only this of me
as it
out of me unworthy and unknown
i have to say good-night
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
wheel me down by the meadow
i am fevered
a storm is riding on the tide
shades of night were falling fast
here lies a most beautiful lady
i said, i have shut my heart

 



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