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I saw above a sea of hills      A solitary planet shine, And there was…


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There smiles the Divine Child among his playthings of unmeaning clouds…


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Blond hair like a clown’s The music floats—drowns The creaking of…


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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we…