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retirement poem

rising moon has hid the stars
i stood
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i said
who loves the rain
and how could you dream of meeting
here lies a most beautiful lady
i know what you're going to say
do you remember
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
look out upon the stars, my love
darkest, strangest mystery
the ancient songs
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying

 



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