Watching for the warble of the Milky Way, Point out which lucky star blew up The date of my birth.” What I don’t say is When I look at that dot, it shrinks, Winking forever back into the black folds.
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Watching for the warble of the Milky Way, Point out which lucky star blew up The date of my birth.” What I don’t say is When I look at that dot, it shrinks, Winking forever back into the black folds.
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