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Random poetry in four part harmony: Who is afraid of death? Thou art of him And it is dusk on earth. For if he is gone and I am here, there is no to meet And space is missing for it was stolen for all time to come Into the streets of the sky light walks scattering poems. She sleeps with death upon her mouth, and a song in her eyes Who spoke this earth so glad and big, even a thing all small and sad The people are in their houses. The hours desended, putting on stars. A candle is lighted, and it is dark. Into the streets of the sky light walks scattering poems. Time is twisted to lap upon itself forever His most wise music stole nothing from earth. |