Parading

I was a stranger

I knew there was lightning on the moon
I was always moving about
I was always moving about
I knew there was lightning on the moon
I knew there was lightning on the moon
I hammered golden letters against the wilderness
I hammered golden letters against the wilderness
I hammered golden letters against the night —Alfred Starr Hamilton
I hammered golden letters against the night
—Alfred Starr Hamilton

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