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i love my hour of wind and light
i went up and down the streets
some one complained to the master
darkest, strangest mystery
a pen of steel
with the sunset
under the harvest moon
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
like eagles on up high
of sun nor stars
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale

 



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