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we are our own uncomprehending mourners,
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in the gloaming the ruddy cat sits in the driveway,
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A telescope full of fireflies
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Has an eternity passed
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—There you can see a very small patch
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But all is harmony;
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We stopped in our tracks —
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Winter afternoon
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Someone has closed a door —
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Love, love, the clouds went up the tower of the sky