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psalm_onethirtyoneEulogy
When the cardinal died
I sorrowed within me
In ways I had forgotten
For a long, long time:
For autumn firelight as it once was,
For my grown up children,
And because in his red fallen feathers
I found my lost rhyme.
When the cardinal died
I sorrowed within me
In ways I had forgotten
For a long, long time:
For autumn firelight as it once was,
For my grown up children,
And because in his red fallen feathers
I found my lost rhyme.
