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Disillusion

Darkness and the wind are between the tall stones of the
 temple.

No priest is there, no voice, no fire on the altar;
Silence alone and darkness, and the mocking wind.

This is the end of dreams. O empty sky,
O deaf and silent earth, O broken dreams!
I have besought the dust that my hands hold.

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