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Under Heaven

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This is my final hour
Rested on my back, the day is gone,
Emerging from the moon, and yet sinking, falling
Deeper into the midnight velvet
Moments passed and erased, a clear
Mind thinks of love,
Burdened by exhaustion,
Death, and the distant stars.





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