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Random poetry in four part harmony: And it is dawn. The world goes forth to murder dreams. Who spoke this earth so glad and big, even a thing all small and sad There is never an end, merely a belated beginning... Or with thy mind against my mind, you should not hear me speak A candle is lighted, and it is dark. The people are in their houses. For if he is gone and I am here, there is no to meet On earth a candle is extinguised The city wakes And twice repeated, there was no more The hours rise up putting off stars and it is dawn. With a song upon her mouth, having death in her eyes. and it is day. Love is the ever only God The hours desended, putting on stars. |