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 LA NUIT BLANCHE

seen, as dawn was breaking

And I staggered to my rest,

Tara Devi softly shaking

From the Cart Road to the crest.

I had seen the spurs of Jakko

Heave and quiver, swell and sink;

Was it Earthquake or tobacco,

Day of Doom or Night of Drink?

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