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stir
i see all human wits
but i cannot read you now
like eagles on up high
there was a strangeness on your lips
to be able to see every side of every question
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
sun stepped down from his golden throne
under the harvest moon
the earth keeps some vibration going
let us plant
as evening falls
let us express our baser passions

 



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