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Angry rain pierces All, my clothes, my roof, like swift Heaven' munition

A frightening gift- For free- is a face that is An obscenity

Rising each morning Is waging war with a foe Greater than the sun

The fog obscures all But my hand in front of me On this winter eve

Little violets The morrow will devour you Yet you boldy bloom

The unknown and I Seem certain foes, but in sooth We are all we know