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Random poetry in four part harmony:

Who is afraid of death? Thou art of him
Who spoke this earth so glad and big, even a thing all small and sad

And it is dawn.
The world goes forth to murder dreams.
Into the streets of the sky light
walks scattering poems.
The people are in their houses.

And it is dusk on earth.
And twice repeated, there was no more
and it is day.
She sleeps with death upon her mouth, and a song in her eyes
His most wise music stole nothing from earth.
The hours desended, putting on stars.
Time is twisted to lap upon itself forever
Or with thy mind against my mind, you should not hear me speak
And space is missing for it was stolen for all time to come