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Sandburg,
Carl
An American poet, historian, novelist, balladeer and folklorist.. American poet writer and editor; three Pulitzer Prizes
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Aztec
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Written by:
Carl
Sandburg
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You came from the Aztecs
With a copper on your fore-arms
Tawnier than a sunset
Saying good-by to an even river.
And I said, you remember,
Those fore-arms of yours
Were finer than bronzes
And you were glad.
It was tears
And a path west
and a home-going
when I asked
Why there were scars of worn gold
Where a man's ring was fixed once
On your third finger.
And I call you
To come back
before the days are longer.
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