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The
Secret Vespers
The
shadows
Bent above my desk.
I saw theirfaces stolig, sad,
A groand was metting down so long
And knit the outlines with white thread.
But there forecasting light and sun,
A candle ray was silently praying,
And there the gray world carried down
Was doomed to bear the darkness pain.
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