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Hydrogen pt. II
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Extended Poetry Pt. II
A march rain is tears
In the eye of the beheld
In the eye of the sun
That stares us down
Corners us in shadow
Oh, my love of every kissing sky and sea
Of every ancient oak but tall
Oh, my love of running waters strong
For thick we still do flow
And thick the moistened eye but drools
A fresh crop of tears
Oh, love the widest river
To carry the widest ship
Oh, love the vastest sea to cross
Oh, woe the river flows
And woe the desert dry does moan
Curious our love but boils high
Simple and free
Tears of highest thunderstorm to brew
Tears for every kissing sky and sea
Oh, our love shall flow
But sweet as ever on
A march rain is tears
In the eye of the storm
