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shadows lay along broadway
do the boys and girls still go
this ancient silver bowl of mine
arched the flood
the sun is up
gone are the three, those sisters rare
sweet and strong
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
world that changes under my hand
who loves the rain
those black eyes i once so praised
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes

 



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