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sweet love beloved

Since my lover has been far away I feel like one possessed Sleepless I lie, and toss at night and have no sedation at hand; and then view the village churchyard full of poppies

We are well off below the givened I seem to hear it once again here once and fatally we sail away the claws of the world that tear your hair and make your eyes pop out like those of the ewes I bought to the slaughter

It must have been the dead who spoke as lovers low & softly speak To him who wept the nights away They couldn't bear to hear the cries, In town to extend the hand, all hands to you they are holes through the dark of night to become a flower on the wall