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Ways of Mystery
Who was I?
I look
to
the sky, recalling
the why,
recalling the sky,
always
the
sky,
the low
side of my high, rolling vibrations of beauty:
Always beauty.
Beauty in all ways.
Always
in
All ways.
I look
to
the sky, recalling
the why,
recalling the sky,
always
the
sky,
the low
side of my high, rolling vibrations of beauty:
Always beauty.
Beauty in all ways.
Always
in
All ways.
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