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Dark the frame and dark the spur
About the light which shines over there.
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Lost to memory, lost to time
Good and great cut down in their prime.
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Ever the longing, we yearn to know
Traversing the ‘now’ via ebb and flow.
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Yonder, the stars circuit their course.
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Back to silence, back to still
After we’ve been and had our fill.
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Yonder, the stars circuit their course.
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Where were we?
Stuart France 
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