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I thought I would sit with the screens back and sing: watching the half gone moon rise late but my hands were too numb to play the guitar the song was cold mist the wine wouldn't warm so I sat at the border of dark house and moon in thick coat--seeing stars rise back of the ridge. like once when a lookout I took Aldebaran for fire. |
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