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flooding .
Looking out vast search- light circumference
A moon at November’s dawning.
The colour of a dying mans eye .. pale Ochre.
A lacquer glaze, brokered from life .
Stained like ferric on our mettles
Bowing on yawning hanging low beam
It felt as lonely as the students room , and the study of
JS Bach’s small organ works .
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