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in the sphere
the darkness rolls upward
i know what you're going to say
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
uplifting, as the wind blew
in mournful numbers
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
the stars fell from heaven
some one complained to the master
tripping up, falling down
my son is dead and i am going blind

 



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