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Night falls on the lone
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Sahara, and spark by spark
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Arabs I have not known
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Light fires in the dark.
Of the specks of ash in the smoke, -
Which atom knows
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From what fire it awoke,
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Or whither it goes?
In the wilds of Space, in the dark, -
Spiral nebulae
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Twirl spark upon spark,
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Whereof one are we.
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Who can say for what task -
They arose, or whither they slip?
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And all the Spirits I ask
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Stand, finger on lip.
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