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i heard the wind all day
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
out of the deep and the dark
since i have felt the sense of death
the body may confine
high walls and huge
into the silent land
musing, between the sunset and the dark
i can not tell you now
stir
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
arched the flood
when freedom from her mountain height


 



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