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we break the glass whose sacred wine
i gazed upon the glorious sky
softly weeping
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
darkest, strangest mystery
the earth keeps some vibration going
the darkness rolls upward
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i stood by the open casement
but alas, just dreams
the sky

 



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