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Far away

Photo: Chris Gray

Straight ways and broader boulevards of life
await you in the city far and fair,
but sad to say, in spite of all my strife,
I'll never see the sunlight on your hair.
You live as if the serpent never sinned,
and sail the crowds around you all a-thronging -
but I will be a whisper on the wind
that wanders the apocalypse of longing.

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