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To Long-Dried Channels, ReturnAnd when the river dies / And its channel dries / And all its giddy sunfish flee away downstream;
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A BLAZEa spear to pierce the leathers / an arrow shoots right through; / now a thousand years have passed
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The Cloud That Saved My LifeUnremarkable / had been the day, / when a cloud saved my life.
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HeavenOn you live inside the wind chime's tinkling song and / On you blow the leaves across the new green sapling trees and / On you live because the thunder flashes in the rain and
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FutureWater trickles steady in the stream / Wearing through the rock of the year a / skinny, sickly canal;
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You Are Not Too RichGo gather your men, / Gather your money, / Gather your bodies,
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"Do Not:- practice; / - clean; / - bleach,
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TO THE ONE PERCENT:The blood dries / Thick / Upon your fun
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WeaveI am to die, / But for Now / I'll eat buttered toast and sip new milk
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AT THE TOPweary slip of morrow's sun / spreads pale light over rolling hills like butter over toast / sixteen i stand atop the mountain peak
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