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as it
up and down he goes
arched the flood
i love my hour of wind and light
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
within my hand i hold
and my name is truthful
there are gains for all our losses
i am singing to you
i've won the race
long ago, in the young moonlight
soft as the bed in the earth
in the dark and peace of my final bed

 



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