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Ah, Love lay low against the gallow's wood -
fall through, and be gone from these hands
well-worn, have borne this callous pain
upon the widowed restless street
Love billows up and blows away
gone, gone, but remnants stay
splintering heart that doesn't know
but in this moment, truth does show
away, away is best for me
best for grieving
best for peace
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