O All The Stars...
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O all the stars, in my febrile night time visions,
Drip down like syrup. Yet the taste is not so sweet.
There is something amiss in the remote heavens.
The centre is missing. Everything seems to be
Falling apart. I lie here on the strangest ground
Waiting for a sign; for the clear light of day.
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