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After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot throne,
After the drums of time have rolled and
And from the bronze west long retreat is blown,

It is time for me to go, mother;
I am going
When in the paling darkness of the lonely dawn you stretch outyour arms for your baby in the bed,
I shall say, "Baby is nothere