of buried light,

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translucent cathedral,

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sings

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of the salt mines

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when I heard

resounds:

by the earth.

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holds of ships,

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powder

song.

in the desert.

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earliest

you wont

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voice,

byways of the foam.

believe me

more than domestic whiteness;

the smallest,

in the world,

our food.