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that old moon

should treat the moon like an old
friend
didn't need to be told
you can tell that old...

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Just a Little Gleam

Just a Little Gleam

The glass on the window, to a thousand pieces has shattered
and cannot be repaired and become what...

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Thrice tried

Thrice tried

By the light of this last
summer’s moon I was walking
along a woodland brooke,
finding...

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Walk

Footsteps are not everything
Faces can be fake
Towns appear like ghosts in rain
Not...

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Dawn is nearly here

Dawn is nearly here

Hesitantly, in the dark, I touch
wood? Pushing, it slowly moves,
one still side and one...