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January 12, 2009 in Poems, Time and Eternity | No comments
I wish I knew that woman’s name, So, when she comes this way, To hold my life, and hold my ears, For fear I hear her say
She’s ’sorry I am dead,’ again, Just when the grave and I Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, – Our only lullaby.
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