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I dream for the equable hour |
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And the dream became a river |
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A stream of running lead |
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I felt its timeless flow |
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And its ageless strain |
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To burden me I sat on the grey bank |
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Sand I watched passing of waves |
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And the stream bore a body |
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Pale and quiescent wench |
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A bride came with the tides |
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Eyes open unseeing |
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Were of same colour as the stream |
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I pondered this solemnly |
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And the earth shook my thoughts |
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And the river went running red |
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As a mountain falling heavy |
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A hoof struck the ground |
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I turned to see |
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And behold |
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Spanning from horizon |
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To zenith of the sky |
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A mare rearing its legs |
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Foremost reaching above clouds |
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Hinder trampling the earth |
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Casting an ancient rhythm |
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And this earth resounds... |
