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When sun, the planet marking off the hours,
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the desolate air between us is no match
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in school, they should have taught us beauty
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By such contrary winds I’m blown in terror
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but in hindsight I know the centuries
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Is a wild sostenuto of the heart,
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A nothing day full of
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The angels were once as plentiful
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seeks out / their hands, curls five fingers around a small and frantic heart,
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You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,