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In the breast of the beast of burden now
Here, perpetual
Tiny engines toil in soil
In this field of stones
And below
Pale and pink reincarnations

the presence of my
Saviour; he came once...
His pale hands, his convulse
breathin' and
His shakin' dance on my old dress of
Chrysanthemums...
Come, Count