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i gazed upon the glorious sky
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
desolate and lone
do the boys and girls still go
there by the window in the old house
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
quietly, with reverance, in awe
when freedom from her mountain height
we were not many
i despise my friends more than you
mysterious night
brother, i am fire

 



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