After The Parting
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James McLain
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After the parting;
and melancholy.
Still can't join them both,
they burst their too strained
Split apart,
none just those the wiser,
and nights cured of there habit.
Gone is each high flown shadow,
and sightless moon between.
While that lone pillar of fire
and afraid how madness a seed,
would spread out wide and far.
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