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i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
the stars fell from heaven
once this soft turf
thoughts through my head
as i lie roofed in, screened in
under the harvest moon
all quiet along the potomac
they ask me where i've been
beside a stricken field
i went up and down the streets
passing through huddled and ugly walls

 



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