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winged shadows sweeping by
with her hair flaying wildly
what shall we do now
i know not where
a look is but a ray
we break the glass whose sacred wine
he came and took me by the hand
the little white prayers
there is an hour of peaceful rest
high walls and huge
the mountains they are silent folk

 



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