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when the hours of day are numbered
shadows lay along broadway
wheel me down by the meadow
to some the fat gods
rocked in the cradle of the deep
the air is full of dawn and spring
among the mountains i wandered
stuff of the moon
i cannot always feel his greatness
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought

 



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