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a thousand silent years ago
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
thoughts through my head
is there anybody there
truely
there are gains for all our losses
i wonder where you live
backward, turn backward
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
it was a tall young oysterman
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
the ancient songs

 



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