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There’s a kingdom far from the sun and star
With never a wind to dree;
Where the golden balls of the silence falls
In the high blue halls of the sea.
There’s death to change in that kingdom strange,
For its days are all the same;
Its blue floors blaze in a golden maze
Through a purple haze of flame.
Through an emerald sheen dim shapes careen
And white limbs trail and quiver;
In rose pale fire ’round spear and spire
In white desire they shiver.
There’s never a tree for eye to see
But ever in ghostly showers
Great petals white drift down the night
Like a wild delight of flowers.
There’s a kingdom dim ’neath a ghost tree’s limb,
That throbs eternally,
Life’s furtherest halls where magic calls
In the high blue halls of the sea.
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