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there are gains for all our losses
musing, between the sunset and the dark
stir
green afternoon serene and bright
risen from the dead
desolate and lone
a thousand silent years ago
when freedom from her mountain height
as a naked man i go
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
arched the flood
day is done
gone are the three, those sisters rare

 



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