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1246	Aiken, Conrad	The House of Dust: A Symphony			.txt	text/plain	22203	2423	99	And thinks its towers are like a dream. Each yellow light looked down like a golden eye. Blowing dark thoughts like fallen leaves . Talking, laughing, dreaming, turning our faces, Like hurdy-gurdy music they rise and fall, The sunlight touched his hand; his eyes moved slowly, Along dark veins, like lights the quick dreams run, Hearing swift music like an enchantment rise, And hear far music, like a sea in caverns, And one, with death in his eyes, comes walking slowly The moon stares down like a half-closed eye. She hears slow steps in the street--they chime like music; The trees are like dark lovers who dream in starlight, Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. Moving like music, secret and rich and warm. We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music, We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music,	./cache/1246.txt	./txt/1246.txt