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beneath my window in a city street
my soul is a dark ploughed field
some of the hurts you have cured
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
stuff of the moon
i love my hour of wind and light
have you heard
risen from the dead
eighty years have passed, and more
for these white arms about my neck

 



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