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Emmanuel George Cefai
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turn
turn
turn
to where you go
to where you turn
neighs bitter wind
and cold:
I look
I look to the flash
Where I fell
Fell yester Sunday
Fell yester week
And lay
Face upwards lay
And
Looking up
Blank
Blank
Bleak
Bleak and unmoving
Pallor less
And sallow
And
Bleak
Bleak.
Blank.
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