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Melancholia 2
On the seventh day of Autumn
I entered a golden valley far,
far from where I had lived,
where a thousand people lay sleeping
and none could be woken.
I spent a month kissing the women,
then lay down and went to sleep.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
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