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daughter, do you believe the prairies art?
a horizon expanding.

they mourn the death of Venice

but i do not.
all kings fall,
but the people will remain,

a sea, a plain
to the horizon, treeless.
and the grasses and the wind
are the things i love.

there is only one you.
only ever be one you.
never before. never after.


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