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The Child
July 1961
Around, around, the circling Hound Around, around He goes A zero ground, the Hound has found A land No Body knows Around, around the Hound has clowned Enquiring through his gnose.
Around, around, the troubadour Walks on the precipice The crocodile and tiger war The dove and serpent kiss: The troubadour will now explore The precipice Abyss.
Around, around, the world of sense The weary warrior led Around, around: His recompense A tall and thorny bed. A Child of Perfect Innocence The fiery Angels dread.
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