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“Crouched in a cave I saw thee and thy beard,

White against black, gleamed out, and thy gaunt hand. Mixed lizard skins, rum, parrots' tongues, and sand found where the sinking tombstone disappeared.

Sleek galli-wasps looked on thee; grimly peered

Blood-christened John Crows with a hissed demand

Who art thou? then like ghouls to a dim land

Fled for they saw thee working and they feared”.


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