An Autumn Love Cycle/Estrangement

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Estrangement
Some day I shall be dead, and pride Which kept me from your feet,Shall be the burden of the song My cold lips shall repeat.
And some day when you too shall find A pillow in the sod,Would you then spurn an hour with me Above—where daisies nod?
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