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life poem

her face is fair and smooth and fine
world that changes under my hand
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
softly now the light of day
i saw with open eyes
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
white foam flower, red flame flower
why so sad my lovely one?
over the river, on the hill
by the shore, by the sea
lady, your heart has turned to dust
glooms of the live-oaks
gone before us

 



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