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On torrid winds from whence it came A lurid light has taken aim Bold and bright and dry it seeks Cold and quiet eyes to pique For change is that, a whipping wind A blinding light that has no end Curst and harsh and strong it burns At worst it marks us with concern When torrid light has gone or come And horrid sights of change begun It can admit a ranging chorus Attending to what changes for us And it's just that, the music notes Of binding, tight, subduing hope The skipping sounds of steps that pass The winds of change that never last…             walk with me a while
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Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 9:17 PM UTC
The Skipping Sounds
On torrid winds from whence it came A lurid light has taken aim Bold and bright and dry it seeks Cold and quiet eyes to pique For change is that, a whipping wind A blinding light that has no end Curst and harsh and strong it burns At worst it marks us with concern When torrid light has gone or come And horrid sights of change begun It can admit a ranging chorus Attending to what changes for us And it's just that, the music notes Of binding, tight, subduing hope The skipping sounds of steps that pass The winds of change that never last…             walk with me a while
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Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 9:17 PM UTC
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