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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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I fall and rise with the motions of your hand

For you are the queen of this desert land.

When I thirst, you drain the cactus fruit

And I drink the cure of pure repute.

Then in a vision, I hold the dunes in my hand

And I suck the jewels of the cool silk sand.

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