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old wine to drink
come down at dawn from windless hills
there is an hour of peaceful rest
he speaks not well
it was the autumn of the year
i am fevered
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
the lightning flashed, and lifted
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
tripping up, falling down
eighty years have passed, and more
risen from the dead
the old west, the old time
looking beyond

 



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