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Nausicaa 351
He wanted to be looking up
When he caught sight of her soul
He wanted to know how the trick worked
The magic that made
The heathen paintings
Of shoes
And belts
And haunted words,
The magic that made the light
He wanted deep dreams of joy
Burned in the evening
Offerings of clouds and mouth and pale foreigner
The queer darkness that has given us this world
Instead he got the wonderful wish of sorrow
And all this happy suffering
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