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OR of ended day, floating and filling me
Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past
Inflating my throat—you, divine average
You,

From this windy bridge at rest,
In some former curious hour,
We have watched the city's hue,
All along the orange west,

Sometimes we remember kisses,
Remember the dear heart-leap when they came:
Not always, but sometimes we
The kindness, the dumbness, the good

Стіни вишу,
Де замість магії - технології,
А замість мітли -
Автостоп.