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i saw the clouds among the hills
the meadow was creeping
a life on the ocean wave
this ancient silver bowl of mine
over the river they beckon to me
those black eyes i once so praised
gone before us
are you awake?
soft as the bed in the earth
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
this is the arsenal

 



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