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somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
beneath the warrior's helm
perhaps
i have cast the world
at dawn, he said
soft as the bed in the earth
shades of night were falling fast
let us pity those who are better off than we are
from floor to ceiling
when the wind works against us in the dark

 



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