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Last night all my attention |
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Squinting westward at the sunset |
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With a map and a compass |
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When a man reached up, said something |
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. |
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There, against the sky, a ball of light |
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Too invisible to give itself to the naked eye |
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. |
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On the shore, people yelling |
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In their eyes a great reflection |
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In the griddle where they're positioned |
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Unconcerned with intuition |
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. |
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There could never be no sympathy |
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From that wilderness |
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So let it be arrested |
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Swing low, oh Magellan |
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9 by 6 or 8 by 7 |
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Post a sentinel at the border |
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Of what you attempt, what you ignore |
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I saw my friend in a pool of light |
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All drowned in doubt and shame |
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And I knew that I had lost my sight |
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