Listen!
A MAN OF WAR rises through the air death is in a faroff corner of his wrist he suspends himself commanding the blood to remain motionless he lightens the earth by being off her he casts his gaze there below our town is small but he can see it he smiles it winks politely he thinks he is in love but no one can say his craft is not his first concern there is a humming around him he is calm without regret ah what must be the fate of love without such flights such men
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