The Night

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

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So we gathered up the broken stars, lit a spark, put them back up in the sky. if you can wish on their falling, imagine...
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