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like eagles on up high
i stood
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
this ancient silver bowl of mine
passing through huddled and ugly walls
the sun is up
musing, between the sunset and the dark
under the harvest moon
in mournful numbers
gloom
let me move slowly through the street

 



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