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to some the fat gods
is there anybody there
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
have you seen walking through the village
a mile behind
when i was broke in london
the mountains they are silent folk
i went up and down the streets
there are gains for all our losses
i do not pray for peace
over the river they beckon to me

 



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