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shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
storm
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
when, full of warm and eager love
beside a stricken field
winged shadows sweeping by
gone before us
little park that i pass through
before the solemn bronze saint
to be able to see every side of every question

 



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