And here I stand.
There is nothing else but the old world.
The soul has broken. So let us have that storm.
And be glad that there are no stars to break.
There is no water upon the face.
But what are words. They are the manna of man.
Yes, and they are all that men still have.
The face of the world is lean and white.
Mmmmmmmm! Here I am. I’ll remember.
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