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The Magi
| Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye, | | In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones | | Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky | | With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, | | And all their helms of silver hovering side by side, | | And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, | | Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied, | | The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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