Painting The Sky With His Brush
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James McLain
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There we hear them fair lit, out reach of the sky,
Dragon's breath, painted face, up there in the night.
Looking up the long length of her White swan neck,
Rest's the pearl's,
That are there from the stroke of his brush.
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