Sometimes when you look up,
Pretty stars wave goodbye.
Rising light from the pit of hills
Inspires an ill-timed sigh.
No further than the green
Golden garden you may go,
To seek an old promise. An
Immortal yarn of sorrow.
Mighty love: abandoned; only, an
Embrace broken in haste.
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