He will come, will come,
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
will come like crying in the night,
like blood, like breaking,
as the earth writhes to toss him free.
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He will come like dark.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.
One evening when the bursting red
December sun draws up the sheet
and penny-masks its eye to yield
the star-snowed fields of sky.
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