At your signal,
I leaned against
The teetered rock
Upon a winter dare
A gaudy moth
Went fluttering
There - a symbol
Of dark despair
This deserted
Cliff, a healing
Berth, where learned
Men search their souls
I leaned against
The teetered rock
Upon a winter dare
A gaudy moth
Went fluttering
There - a symbol
Of dark despair
This deserted
Cliff, a healing
Berth, where learned
Men search their souls
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