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short love poem

now while my lips are living
i know not where
at dawn, he said
i am dying
daughters of time
when i was a boy at college
blossoms of babies
there were three in the meadow by the brook
out of the deep and the dark
those black eyes i once so praised
why so sad my lovely one?
if it

 



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