An old one from Birdland:
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For he comes, the human child,
to the water and the wild
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And an old one from Cami/ C7A:
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We knew that land once, You and I,
and once we wandered there
in the long days now long gone by,
a dark child and a fair.
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And an old one from Rimbaud:
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Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath
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All three hold wistful longing in an open palm, motionless lest it fly away.