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i shake my hair in the wind of morning
i do not pray for peace
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
through the broad earth's aching breast
we were not many
when night drifts along the streets of the city
this is the song of youth
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
a flying word from here and there

 



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