Across the strands of evening, The sky and heart are one: Each limitless, beyond our ken, And truly known by none. We look deep into such a sky With more than just our eyes, And we are forced to either run Or somehow, Poetize
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Across the strands of evening, The sky and heart are one: Each limitless, beyond our ken, And truly known by none. We look deep into such a sky With more than just our eyes, And we are forced to either run Or somehow, Poetize