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Blue of nights

Because our days are straying

and though the nights are spellbound

we are only ever falling away

only ever coming and going.

Near the blue banked shores

we are anchored, bobbing and breathing

the clouds are merely sailing ships

waves of swirling skies.

Upon the tide the moon rips and pulls

stars come to swoon and soothe

floating in the night lands

plush and indigo blue.

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