A son named Dawn (who sings sweet)

Exudes until she is a mouse’s tiny gate

And he hears a sad voice return to him

(Air is their Father and sings like a mute)

And she hears a sweet voice return to her

Subsumes until he is a far-off window light

A daughter named Dusk (who sings sad)


Joseph Byron Bennett

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