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they ask me where i've been
the lightning flashed, and lifted
with the sunset
risen from the dead
to clothe the fiery thought
i make my shroud, but no one knows
beside a stricken field
the darkness
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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