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TO COUNT THE STARS
Time tends to pass as planets spin On toward the darkest night. Caring not what future brings Or what the past has been. Upon a hill in some gossamer dream, Nocturnal Gazer counts the stars To seek what future to foretell. The task is hard. He sits alone Entering numbers in a papyrus book. Still he sits Till he becomes one with stone upon that hill. Around him spin the stars at night Revealing nothing of the time to come; Silly man.
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