As heaven dipped and woven flew
aloud and angry, clapping clouds;
as heated leaves and scouring brows
of wind licked up last dew;
Here sits the silent canon-bearer
threading his unseemly myths;
he�s poaching Xanadu.
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As heaven dipped and woven flew aloud and angry, clapping clouds; as heated leaves and scouring brows of wind licked up last dew; Here sits the silent canon-bearer threading his unseemly myths; he�s poaching Xanadu. |
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