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Alexander Smith

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We hear the wail of the remorseful winds
In their strange penance. And this wretched orb
Knows not the taste of rest; a maniac world,
Homeless and sobbing through the deep she goes.
--
Unrest and Childhood.

 
Alexander Smith

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