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The feathered boy said:
“The day is done
The war is gone”
The feathered boy said
“Amongst the dread
Amongst bloody napes
And the lowered heads
Our feathers abound
That will become capes
That fall from clouds
Are white stairs winding
Past a golden drape
For war torn men
And men unbecoming
And daring souls so soothe
Your hearts in red heaven”
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Octovo Libra
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