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Oh Where


Where did you go, my dear, my day;

Where, oh where, did you go?

To market, to maker of market, to say

Too much of the little I know.


Where did you go, my dear, my year;

Why did you flee from me?

I went from here to there to here

Loitering breathlessly.


Where did you go, my life, my own,

Decades gone in a wink?

Some things are better left unknown

Some thoughts too thick to think.


David Berman



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