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As the stars

Queenly stars

hear my howling

yearn to unfold

If only your shine

as on your ceiling

entered the veil I hold

Tidelessly I do wander

through the wold

What could I be if I immersed in?

Would I move on amongst the cold?

The noble stars solemnly enlighten

long devoured sounds

While desiring hands

struggle to tighten

water to a mound

With their eyes so green

they twisted mine

Until the tide will collide with me

and I’ll move on amongst the cold

I know my name.

I know my way.