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I who have always believed too much in words

The walls of light shudder and an owl wakes in the heart
I cannot call upon words
The sun goes away to set elsewhere

ii It had been discovered that the bitterness of certain rivers had no source but was caused by their looking for something through the darkness and finding
iii Something lower
iv But it was taken care of the discovery was allowed to die of its own accord