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Now a pure snore disturbeded sum dust.
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Know amazedly how
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Now the last cloud drains away.
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A storm and so a gift.
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This is the earth that will hold whatever
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map my dark horizon. i
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one human voice
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What swallows us
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or let them come to us? Is the spirit just an ear
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The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins,