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i reside at table mountain
over the river they beckon to me
beautiful, tragical faces
in halls of sleep you wandered by
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
when freedom from her mountain height
you are clear
the snow whispers about me
soft as the bed in the earth
i have heard them in the night
softly weeping
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
and breaketh bread no more

 



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