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THE SHADOWS. |
9ft |
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Born and bred; Never dead, Only gone.
On! Come on.
Looming, glooming,
Spreading, fuming,
Shattering, scattering,
Parting, darting,
Settling, starting,
All our life
Is a strife, And a wearying for rest On the darkness' friendly breast.
Joining, splitting,
Rising, sitting,
Laughing, shaking,
Sides all aching, Grumbling, grim, and gruff. Swingle, swangle, swuff!
Now a knot of darkness : Now dissolved gloom; Now a pall of blackness Hiding all the room. Flicker, flacker, fluff! .Black, and black enough ! |
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