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like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i bid them all farewell
she must go back, she said
pushing out, struggling vainly
there is no escape by the river
skies they were ashen and sober
since i have felt the sense of death
when you come tonight
the earth keeps some vibration going
i am the wind that wavers

 



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