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christmas poems

above them all, looking down
of sun nor stars
just as my fingers on these keys
backward, turn backward
be not false
i have had one fear in my life
the ships are lying in the bay
sadly speaking
i am fevered
who is the runner in the skies
have you not heard
sleep, gray brother of death
i burn no incense
within my hand i hold

 



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