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The canvas tells

every truth

for older are

nights and days

and everything in between

this canvas rates

the coming youth

the younger one

hides in their ways

knows all the plays

by heart

For aeons

and nanos

we danced

my love

the tru-e-st,

queen of night

Various

are the places

of the youth

a little slower

walk

the older cru

in their suits

I held you so dearly

I held you too long

I truly am

compassioned

my queen

-There are steps to wonder

and eye-sides (ice to cover yourself in-to)

but love holds the night-white

lighter key

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don't know how