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the proof was always here though I never gave a thought for where the night might sleep when morning came would planets turn a face about and find another mother might then the light be witness to our shame when looked away turned into the shadows we restored as small the fate that drew its only breath gave us more for loving yet we never took the plough sought comfort in the shade and waited death without a tear for moments passed familiar taste of words might wager for their worth yet never know what was real and what was given strength by make believe would that the truth be lessened e'er silence make it so
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