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Each day you have one less heart,
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The world is so full of things
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It’s only the nighttime
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as we vanish,
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like horses over suddenly held-out hurdles
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I’m herdsman of a flock.
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Every good horseman / learns to read
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Were all stars to disappear or die,
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the conversations I remember most
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… each second is in me. The arrow