Stray Birds (THINGS LOOK phantastic in this dimness)

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THINGS LOOK phantastic in this dimness of the duskthe spires whose bases are lost in the dark and tree tops like blots of ink. I shall wait for the morning and wake up to see thy city in the light.

 

 

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