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...soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky ; I pass through the pores...up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I...

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