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father poem

passing through huddled and ugly walls
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
before the solemn bronze saint
the air is full of dawn and spring
a thousand silent years ago
in the cloud-gray mornings
very well, you liberals
we lay
happiness
why then, must we see?

 



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