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she heard the children playing in the sun
the old west, the old time
one with you
above them all, looking down
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
they in the darkness gather and ask
i saw with open eyes
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
weak-winged is song
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars

 



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