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there is no flock, however watched and tended
i make my shroud, but no one knows
sun stepped down from his golden throne
stern cold man
there is an hour of peaceful rest
when i returned at sunset
come down at dawn from windless hills
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
glass-blower of time
god
day is done
i heard the wind all day

 



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