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the night the moon first threw a shadow across my heart
I shook my fist at god,

amongst the flint and stone of my world,
can’t find your arms.

margaret in the night sky so very far away,
further tomorrow,

on the cross of yet another day,
no end to the embers of your memory,
the burning.
Written by rnabokov
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