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Prayer

Make me feverish, sleepless
And breathless
The years of prostration be long
O Lord, take my child and companion
And destroy the sweet power of song

Thus I pray at each matins
And each vespers
After these many wearying daisy
That the storm cloud which lowers over Russia
May be changed to a nimbus ablaze


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