In front
a rainbow flew
a curiosity trammeling grew
and as a lager a tempest brewed
the sea, the sun, stars,
night even if lackluster, same
Dawn, arising day of relative
gladdening, then
drunken mid-day in its ecstasies
then
then
then
in front
a rainbow flew
a curiosity trammeling grew
and as a lager a tempest brewed
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