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One Janet Lembke done Summer ends You are acquainted with red clay and maple roots And I who meant to praise your life with filial salt know shocking joy Your pain and much of mine are ash Let rotting leaves and drunken rains lament for I bereft of grief cannot Death shall absolve me of such emptiness It forgives no one and every- one |
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