Lament
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The night is falling
Over my dreams
Wrapping them in a darkness
Both subtle and screaming
The moon cannot reach
The bottom of my heart
To bring to light the sight
Of a panting love
What is crown of creation
So easily becomes someone's abyss
Within me sighs a mad breeze
Lamenting the starvation
Of unheard prayers
Within me cries a dry stream
Envying the kissing lovers
And fate's blue-eyed folks
Whose pain cannot even match
A poor man's unshed tears
Do the stars belong to all of us
Rich and poor alike
The darkness is quiet…
Quieter than the gods
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