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Bats
Shadows almost swift
Beyond learning's reflection
Quivered from the eaves
I thought thatch did smell
Strange upon the nose urban
And made words polite
Hanging on child's eye
Though the myth dead came to life
And blood shrivels still
What song when they're gone
Shall spread my relief like stars?
Bats drove black the sun.
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