Cup of Sky
by Lynd Ward, 1965.
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The winter
night comes
One lonely
can go.
The night
gets a man.
There where
at north north-eastern city, the time has been stagnant.
Here at
night through space will be the gates open by all levels.
Under the
starry sky.
There was an arctic dew.
Man can
hear by name with shamanistic pace. dedicated to Anna.
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