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I am falling asleep. The moon’s blade
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Gather out of star-dust
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Take a clock that has lost its hands
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We ache in secret,
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The Leaves obtained excuse –
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I miss this moment
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It’s not so terrible she tells me,
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Anguish breaks off its course.
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This is where we return
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Setting the alarm and keeping the eyes open.
