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At the rising star
It's a long way,
For thousands of years they had to
Let the light reach us.
Maybe it went out of his way
In the distant blue,
And her radius is only now
Lights of our vision,
The star icon that died
Slowly up in the sky you climb:
It was while he was out of sight,
Today we see it, and it's not.
Just as ours longs for
You die deep into the night,
The light of amorous extinction
He is still following us.
