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the darkness rolls upward
i stood
i reside at table mountain
i make my shroud, but no one knows
sun stepped down from his golden throne
the agony of having too much power
when, full of warm and eager love
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me

 



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