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We saw the last embers of daylight die,
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the fluttering unknown gods that I nearly see
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Do you want I should make / some rapt contemplation
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still wrecking your hands
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When you are already here
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When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold
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I walked westward
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These are warriors
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They let you know they are there
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in that black subterranean castle // of unobservable mysteries—roots and sealed seeds
