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Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole-
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:
For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas-
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and gray as stone-
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?
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