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father poem

mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
our pleasant moments fly
my son is dead and i am going blind
he's gone
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
but i cannot read you now
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
mysterious night
come down at dawn from windless hills
when night drifts along the streets of the city
as evening falls

 



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