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Garden of Flowers
When the wind
Sings a lonely song,
There is tear-mist
In the air.
The cold autumn
Is exhausting,
The fallen leaves sigh
In the windswept park.
I drink wine
Before going to sleep;
But even in dreams,
I have forgotten how to smile.
When I enter the grave,
Will anyone recall
Walking with me
In a garden of flowers?
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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