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We pass through this way once,
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Reach up and
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An apology artist
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Each of us is alone on the heart of the earth
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Even the moon inches a little more distant
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Gather out of star-dust
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More like a fine powder, like dust.
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In the same dapple of summer caught;
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Make this night loveable,
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don’t look for reasons to be happy there are none
