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poem for pastors

i love my hour of wind and light
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
when i was broke in london
i bid them all farewell
i have cast the world
when night drifts along the streets of the city
often is it not so?
why so sad my lovely one?
musing, between the sunset and the dark
high-born race

 



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