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the air is full of dawn and spring
this ancient silver bowl of mine
as i lie roofed in, screened in
this is the song of youth
who will be naming the wind
but alas, just dreams
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
to clothe the fiery thought
all those treasures that lie
the old west, the old time
a pen of steel
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
the saddest of the year
at dawn, he said

 



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