In a spirit's breath, of a moon so pale As leaves of autumn turn red palmetto Forever our love taking wind of the sail On the distance in the horizon's pail And the gracious wings of our songs On a chariot to heaven in the sky In adoration of hosanna's psalms As we grasp the rail of eternal swell And my poetry falling on to braille In frescoes of a gray-grisaille
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