Virgil Watched Them
Virgil watched them Crossing the river away from him The fathers without their children Only a little while Was he smiling -Ly -Ily At Death the Golden Age Falling backwards In the Chinese restaurant The tiniest fireman I could see that he was smiling Plenty of children in Arcady without fathers Our friends long before sundown
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