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WAITING BY THE GATE.

Beside a massive gateway built up in years gone by,Upon whose top the clouds in eternal shadow lie,While streams the evening sunshine on quiet wood and lea,I stand and calmly wait till the hinges turn for me.
The tree tops faintly rustle beneath the breeze's flight,A soft and soothing sound, yet it whispers of the night;
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