and there's rapture on a camel in blue

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Finally, a note from MegaHAL:

Whence cometh such tender rapture?--
my head on his musical wing,
and the priest all shaven and shorn
that long, quiet life,
always like petals falling, falling,
claws a grave for me:

i whirled through transfigurations up and moving hosts
before partly because of the
rush of water.

may he become a grain of sand?