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Oftimes, I sit upon the strand Of night, and talk with her about my bride - Who be beyond yon see... She saith to me, "Now ye can fly!"
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Manuscript: Nicholas of Cusa
White, diurnal butterfly Flapped with wings and shied away... Having left a spilled red wine On the sky...
Next Part of Poem is Coming "Night II" New Photo "Still Life with the Old Face" https://t.co/ObTSavE218
Next Poem is Coming "Three Nights of Moon"
New Photo "Still Life with the Face in Cape" https://t.co/HSg6YtmQTF