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cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still. I am not what I thought I was. I am not what I seem. Most of all, I am not what I am. I
And don't look backwards Your feast is to the East, which lies a little past the pasture When the blackbirds hear tea whistling, they rise and clap And
What is now known by the sorrel and the roan? By the chestnut, and the bay, and the gelding grey? It is: stay by the gate you are given And remain in
