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Rain
In the calm night
Or say
In sleeping wakefulness,
I sing my music alone.
- The Sun-
Her tresses like my dreams
Sleep in the heart of the ocean
Proud,
Regards her,
And covers her in oak beds.
The clouds which spread the hills
With each frozen tear
In the angles of their eyes,
The characters that flapped Between my fingers,
And the stars that fell in the bottom of the ocean,
Stick together, and sing their music like me.
Quarrels, mutters, and courts
Then, giggles and sets out.
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