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Edwin Muir - The Animals
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They do not live in the world, 
Are not in time and space. 
From birth to death hurled 
No word do they have, not one 
To plant a foot upon, 
Were never in any place. 

For with names the world was called 
Out of the empty air, 
With names was built and walled, 
Line and circle and square, 
Dust and emerald; 
Snatched from deceiving death 
By the articulate breath. 

But these have never trod 
Twice the familiar track, 
Never never turned back 
Into the memoried day. 
All is new and near 
In the unchanging Here 
Of the fifth great day of God, 
That shall remain the same, 
Never shall pass away.

On the sixth day we came
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