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I hear the shrillness in he soundless scream.
I see the brilliance in the sunless beam.
I know that things are not what they seem.
There is not repartee in my mindless dream.
Pressed Against A Nimbus Sky
It was the tenth month of the year as the leaves were beginning to change
And am apple tree caught my eye.
Red, golden and green were the colors
Pressed against a nimbus sky.

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