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lazarus (6)

Lazarus rose, dressed, took her axe,
split a cord of cedar, stacked and stacked;

she builds fires in the woodstove,
he keeps her warm though he’s far away.

in St Mary’s churchyard the fawn lilies
cover grassy graves like snow;

she wiped his tears, heard his guilt, kissed his cry
held him tight, that first year after the war,.

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