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62 kerrI buCkleY Sea and Sky A far sea moves in my ear surely the sky is not that color now the washed sheets fly in the sun the pillow cases are sweetening A far sea moves in my ear Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins, the moon lays a hand on my forehead surely the sky is not that color The comets have such a space to cross These lamps, these planets falling like blessings, like flakes A far sea moves in my ear A disturbance in mirrors, the sea shattering its grey one And now I foam to wheat, a glitter of seas A far sea moves in my ear surely the sky is not that color ...

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