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we break the glass whose sacred wine
earth travails
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
under the harvest moon
there were three in the meadow by the brook
see the tentative
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
listen
we who stood
but i cannot read you now
my mother taught me that every night

 



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