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By Jack Joseph Smith
Loss of The Sun
It didn't make any differance
When he pulled his rifle
It was her he saw
There
Sa/she had happened to be
a moon on film
Exquisit the terror on the tongue
The quick comfort of violance done
The rejection of sorrow never known
had been
When the dream is the same
Once to begin with straw and gold
Can be two strong trees
The movement exactly on the Earth
Is more than us
Is shade and housing a trick from knowing
Is it just God against the Sun
Or is it for to make death longer