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Blessed is the Queen of Maidens whose affection
clamors beneath the sheathing dagger;
Winds sift through each dream beyond,
as winds sift backward to the past when gone,
For riverbeds and riches
calm withering desire,
Yet moving to eternity in caskets paved by rue
When she lays her hands down above the fading sandy hue.