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Now with a rush comes Light, more Light;
Lifting the earth from out her drowsy bed,
Swinging the stars; a glorious mad race
Of heaven and earth.
See how the red wings sweep
Majestic strange wild birds,
Bursting night’s amber, covering day’s face
With splendour. Swift flying beauty bring
In stillness and in peace the calm pure day.

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