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Burning Sky of Two Times
Bellowed, hear of the dark night
grasping the blinking might.
Go ahead and try a flight
or die among lonely the fight.
Burn the fire of the horror
horror of the sky.
There they be try as they might.
The fire golden burning bright.
Horror come not ’till night
when you die among the lonely, the fight.
Petaled rose, willowed trace
try the pose, shake the face.
Kill the night, live the day.
Horror no more till it’s torn of the night
death among the lonely, the fight.
Drawn back between the time
and they speak, “fine, just fine.”
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