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gloom
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
have you seen walking through the village
their beautiful hair
i saw with open eyes
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
tripping up, falling down
stuff of the moon
did you ever hear of
babylon-where i go dreaming
a storm is riding on the tide

 



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