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a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
a storm is riding on the tide
i am the wind that wavers
why so sad my lovely one?
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i never knew the earth had so much gold
daughters of time
when you come tonight
out of the sparkling sea
like eagles on up high

 



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