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James Elroy Flaccer

I'm sending back your roses

Sending them back to die

What good for me your roses

Now that you've told a lie



I'm sending back your roses

Now that we've had to part

Even a field of roses

Can't mand my broken heart





Unknown author

To a poet that will live in a thousand years

Oh friend unseen, unborn, unknown,

Student of our sweet English tongue,

Read out my words at night alone;

I was a poet, I was young.

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Since I never see your face

And never shake you by the hand

I send my soul through time and space

To greet you - you will understand.