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Pleasant as it seems, it roar the sound of ghost
it was deep in the night, there it began
it start as a hissing and then toward right
pleasant as it speak i bowed to thee
what fate of man shall i conceived, but it replied
As master of my words i command it fate
o, please of doubt i refrain
but forth what shall it gains of thee, without thy touch
o might of thee
Copyright © Melvin Beckley | Year Posted 2009
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