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Only let it form within his hands once more - The moment cradled like a brandy glass.
Sitting alone in the empty dining hall… From the chandeliers the snow begins to fall Piling around carafes and table legs And chokes the passage of the revolving door.
The last diner, like a ventriloquist's doll Left by his master, gazes before him, begs: 'Only let it form within my hands once more.'
Louis MacNeice
Frederick Louis MacNeice (12 September 1907 – 3 September 1963) was an Irish poet and playwright from Northern Ireland, and a member of the Aude
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