Parading

My god, / in the dark his eyes burned so clear

& wild I thought the sun was out, roaring
& wild I thought the sun was out, roaring
& wild I thought the sun was out, roaring
through our hearts like a song
through our hearts like a song
daring its hunter to aim. —Rachel Eliza Griffiths
daring its hunter to aim.
—Rachel Eliza Griffiths

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