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In the day we lived
The fond fell proud To deep falling, night was the sky Where the flickered out star Fell to light the life in our eyes And so to collapse in flight Where we stood that night. What then do stars do? They take up a hope To fly, to fall When tattered shapes of edges soften So does the gaze that your stars give Still lingering time What time is there to linger? When the sky fell We welcomed the eternal unhinged reality Above our heads Soaring higher to lift beyond the world That we could only live in once And so, to live forever. Fall, said the stars, Fall in love, they said.
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