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I turn the pages of the swamp blues notebook
Full of adolescent images of a young sea
Life sized guardians on the beach
A scene flickered in the brave bluish sky
And then, suddenly, the dream shuddered as I exited light_
In old Europe
A hopefulness without frontiers
Bewitched into believing
Into a playland of discontent
Or striking eastward at once_
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