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tell me
that year
high-born race
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i do not pray for peace
so fallen
and with the humming bird
a mist was driving down
moonlight deep and tender
the earth keeps some vibration going
passing through huddled and ugly walls
be not angry with me
are you awake?
not from the whole wide world

 



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