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sad death poem

one with you
i made a vow once, one only
perhaps
this ancient silver bowl of mine
i am dying
the sun is up
we who stood
quietly, with reverance, in awe
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
at midnight
master of human destinies am i
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes

 



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