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and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i saw the clouds among the hills
here falls no light
in may
stir
gone are the three, those sisters rare
like eagles on up high
to some the fat gods
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
be in me as the eternal moods
afraid no more, i say
very well, you liberals
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
grieve not for the invisible

 



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