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i have had one fear in my life
my soul is a dark ploughed field
tripping up, falling down
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i am fevered
a mist was driving down
in an old chamber softly lit
rocked in the cradle of the deep
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
i do not pray for peace
desolate and lone

 



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