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John Berryman - Dream Song 44: Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon
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Tell it to the forest fire, tell it to the moon,
mention it in general to the moon
on the way down,
he`s about to have his lady, permanent;
and this is the worst of all came ever sent
writhing Henry`s way.

Ha ha, fifth column, quisling, genocide,
he held his hands & laught from side to side
a loverly time.
The berries & the rods left him alone less.
Thro` a race of water once I went: happiness.
I`ll walk into the sky.

There the great flare & stench, O flying creatures,
surely will dim-dim? Bars will be closed.
No girl will again
conceive above your throes. A fine thunder peals
will with its friends and soon, from agony
put the fire out.
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