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BY Gwendolyn Brooks

and they will know

when she has gone

that the music was perfect

like a piano solo

or a flute

all gone soft with the spirit of sleep

and morning

rolling over; under

like human voices



NOTE: I am unsure of the title of this poem. If anyone knows it, I would be much obliged


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