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come down at dawn from windless hills
she heard the children playing in the sun
brother, i am fire
this is the ship of pearl
i never knew the earth had so much gold
the shadows of the ships
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
is there anybody there
with joy and wonder
we break the glass whose sacred wine

 



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