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Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
of the valley, villages are embers
Here now skyline assembles fire.The sun collects up to leave.Its bright following paled,suddenly all goes. Dusk rushesin, like door closed on windowless room.
At dawn, she climbs over the horizonto slink between the curtainsand rest her head on your pillow.
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.