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blessed is the blind, Night-scraping light

blessed

is the blind, Night-scraping

light;

for self-amused stars,

once in cackle’d shimmer,

blur drunk with Jealousy

as glances given North

ever-more fall to Earth’s domain.

out came the tide from her swollen eyes
old man e

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