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who will be naming the wind
there is no escape by the river
burly, dozing humble-bee
softly now the light of day
in new york harbor
to clothe the fiery thought
a flying word from here and there
daughters of time
their beautiful hair
one by one, like leaves from a tree
with her hair flaying wildly
i love to steal awhile away

 



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