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The place is a living rebirth,
And all death is only temporary.
For soon in the land, the soil,
For soon in
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Always she moves forward but drops one shoulder and rotates backwards, east to west, her head in hurricane–force clouds.
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The Cheshire grinning/
moon cups itself to capture/
Venus should she fall.
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