You
Will
Arrive
Arrive
Late
there's
A
Long
Queue
The
Heavens
Are
High
In
The
Heights
And
I
Poet Seer
Look
Up
At
Them
And sigh
Sigh
For
The
Ever-riddling
Wait
And
Opening
Of
The
Doors
Vacant
And
Immense
Before
To
Ever-increase
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