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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 |