Bat Hoarse Song
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Stopped singing the Bat his hoarse song
and it was night
the stars reflected the fierce burning
on the water-bosoms loud
some one in the heavens cracked a fierce
laugh
the bending trees on bastions sudden
stood
then fell again as in the coming night
all to wane propense whispering
all to wane propense and to whispering.
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