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What was needed for more of earth
to be flowing, coded panic
chained to the flight of birth
freed from their manic
prisons made of stone. I walk
this ground alone, I sing
of the fall of magic in the painted
veil of the tragically wounded, sing
of the pointlessness and emptiness
barely solved but by
music,
children,
nature.
 
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