I walked among the fair
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . (where?)
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
there,
And over the world is gray,
the night or day sky,
ready to precipitate
its hoard.
And now the air is black,
a lack of atmosphere:
the banks have
erupted.
The world is an endless street
. . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . of feet
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
(so fleet!)
The world is Keroo-whacky.
"The world is,
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