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« Lost

on a painted sky

where the clouds are hung

for the poet’s eye

you may find him

if you may find him

There

on a distant shore

By the wings of dreams

Through an open door

You may know him

if you may

Be

As a page that aches for a word

which speaks on a theme

That is timeless

While the sun god will make

For your day

Sing as a song in search

Of a voice that is silent »