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Alivings – I

A skydisk casts back starlight
    And past my fanlight asks:
"Alas, my pallid lyrist, -
    Is that a cry I spy?"

Wasn't it this skydisk asking
    I'd bid it: find a star. -
As what spark'd my glist'ning iris,
    Is singly my affair.

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