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what is night
but
a lark descending
from flight
upon
the
sacred moon
where
she dip both her wings
through
the
curious night
upon
the
living water
My eyes

have dried

with the tears

I've cried.

And now

I'm hollow,

I've got nothing to give.

And now

I'm done,

I've got nothing to live.
I'm fine. Okay, if not completely at the moment, I will be, sometime later.
:)
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