Ask it to me
there was no light
no stars
The night
climbing over
blackish fields
The wheel
the moon
can not be seen
Less than an hour
knows the future
its history
The shadow grasses
not sing
no Lamentations
The stones
toss written
Sparks in a Become an
That
themselves
of the
track to
finds the mind
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