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three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
here falls no light
you say you love me
when a deed is done for freedom
i love my hour of wind and light
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
in the cloud-gray mornings
my son is dead and i am going blind
musing, between the sunset and the dark
stand here by my side
night was black and drear
when the wind works against us in the dark

 



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