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By Edmundo Daudi Date: 2009 Sep 23 Comment on this Work [[2009.09.23.06.04.11490]] |
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your words, Ms Browning drive me mad 'svif I in ideal grace were clad I wish your poem no ending had And then with sunnie's noonly bright or with a fading candle's light through grief, through tears, through loosing sight I'd sit forever, no respite I'd sit and count the ways |