golden hands

here! here!seat 23... to listen to the band my mother hilariously misremembered as Banging Head...and happy...I have a long distance to travelThough you may not believe,Out of these long still shallowsAnd into a cloudy sea,Where wild geese fill the skyAnd the mountains pour down their sands,And the cities are built of spiresAnd the people have golden hands.
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