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lay your sleeping head, my love
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away...[read poem]
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Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away...
funeral blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,...[read poem]
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Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,...
epitaph on a tyrant
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;...[read poem]
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And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;...
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