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i go my way complacently
the air is like a butterfly
this ancient silver bowl of mine
the arches of the red bridge
for then without
the meadow was creeping
quietly, with reverance, in awe
listen to the sounding sea
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
the old west, the old time
truely
soft as the bed in the earth

 



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