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Unmoored was I in the vast ocean of night, 

Till morning was to me prophesied:

In the gleaming splendour of towering apartments,

In unwieldy trucks turning left, 

Molten gold dripping slow from 

The ghastly high wires, to

settle in snow-melting puddles…

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