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baby poem

in their ragged regimentals
from song and dream for ever gone
you are clear
little park that i pass through
love has been sung a thousand ways
i am dying
daughter, thou art come to die
the ancient songs
i love to steal awhile away
there is a city, builded by no hand
skies they were ashen and sober
why are the things that have no death

 



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