Beheaded Day
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How passed the day,
That story-blood scattered on the west horizon;
Murder-weapon gone in hiding a pond
Covered with water-hyacinth...
Beheaded day;
Body lying on the evening-tableland;
Writing a ballad of cremation
Rather preferable
Than composition of a poem of little value..
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