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Crimson

CRIMSON is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold,
Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire.
(A great man I know is dead and while he lies in his
Coffin a gone flame I sit here in cumbering shadows
And smoke and watch my thoughts come and go.)

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Poem Crimson - Carl Sandburg