As To A Falling Cloud Fallen In Disgrace
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As to a falling cloud fallen in disgrace
Wander and roam I, humble pilgrim.
In tattered clothes came to Mtahleb.
In my down-fallen state to seek consolation.
And heard the wild raw music of the seas
And shrill Wagnerian notes of irate waters
And in that ire grew my consolation.
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