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Roses and gold
For you today,
And the flash of flying flags.


I will have
Dust in my hair,
Crushes of hoofs.


Your name
Fills the mouth
Of rich man and poor.
Women bring
Armfuls of flowers
And throw on you.


I go hungry
Down in dreams
And loneliness,
Across the rain
To slashed hills
Where men wait and hope for me.