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The cruel stars

Alone, this time is slow

though for you faster, I know

out of reach, we do not touch

cannot speak of two

all day I only think in blue

climb these craggy trees

to hide myself away

lay in the seaweed sways

wait the night to swallow

my lonesome day

oh and then the cruel stars

the ones you named

appear, to shine

and speak of you

in vain

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