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do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
i had a dream and i awoke with it
the meadow was creeping
city that is not a city
quietly, with reverance, in awe
now that i have cooled to you
star-dust and vaporous light
and my name is truthful
glass-blower of time
beside a stricken field

 



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