Few Figures
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Prick their ears
The fields
Round the graveyard
They have spine
They have not fear.
Few figures
Lank
And
Black
Surge
In the
Dark
Flitting as flies
Do
Restless:
Few figures
Few figures
And
In the cleft between
Night and Dawn
They were signing
A sad requiem:
Sudden
In the midst
They stopped
Dawn was on its way!
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