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Once upon a look at the sky...
And a chat with the moon
And a chill of the night
And a tear of the loneliest heart...
A voice became clear to me
So fine it almost melted
Upon the heat of my trepidation
So lovely I almost went blind
In a flash of white light
Like shock upon my skin
Like madness in a storm
Like cream floating to the top of my tea
You appeared.
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