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the dawn was apple-green
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
noises that strive to tear
i burn no incense
weak-winged is song
looking beyond
i saw him once before
under the harvest moon
beneath the warrior's helm
listen to the sounding sea
there is a city, builded by no hand
dark-eyed

 



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