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i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
of sun nor stars
rocked in the cradle of the deep
babylon-where i go dreaming
as it
i saw the clouds among the hills
give me hunger
perhaps
i wonder where you live
beneath my window in a city street
a very remarkable history this is
moonlight deep and tender
i heard the wind all day

 



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