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The Saddest Poem

        I    e t poem of all tonight.

        rite, for instance: "t is full of stars,

        and tars, blue, sance."

        t wind whe sky and sings.

        I    e t poem of all tonight.

        I loved imes soo.

        On nighis, I held her in my arms.

        I kissed imes ue sky.

        Simes I loved her.

        ill eyes?

        I    e t poem of all tonight.

        to t o feel t Ive lost her.

        to , more immense    her.

        And to to grass.

        does it matter t my love couldnt keep her.

        t is full of stars and s h me.

        ts all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.

        My soul is lost    her.

        As if t her near, my eyes search for her.

        My    searc h me.

        t t rees.

        e, we whe same no longer.

        I no longer love rue, but how much I loved her.

        My voice searco touch her ear.

        Someone elses. She will be someone elses. As she once

        beloo my kisses.

        body. e eyes.

        I no longer love rue, but perhaps I love her.

        Love is so s and oblivion so long.

        Because on nighis I held her in my arms,

        my soul is lost    her.

        Alt pain she causes me,

        and t poem I e for her.
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