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Whilst the Northern Crown Is Glowing Unseen
Perhaps lost
Perhaps late
No sign from Her
Evening Star
Here among hooded crows
To live now is to look out for
Underneath a flight of seamews crying
A white sail
Perhaps late
No sign from Her
Evening Star
Here among hooded crows
To live now is to look out for
Underneath a flight of seamews crying
A white sail