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Skyward-looking, asking why
the darkness never covered
a land awaiting starry sky
where sickly twilight hovered...
Trapped between the night and day
in artificial waking,
to see the stars I'll find a way
before the daylight's breaking.

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Slipping through the vastness, darkly spun
I hear the woven song of many lights
Shining under Ocean's waves to rise
Against the fleeting rays of evening sun
Engulfed by ancient sea at shadowfall
By multitudes of shining stars replaced
unhampered by the thoughts and plans of man
So distant yet I hear their silent call...