This four-sided night is like a rectangle,
You see in floors of the sky a slight right.
One star glistens piercing the eyes like sickness
Of the sight, so guided are the photons.
Wave after wave reaches us from the night light,
Bright stairways recede and succeed like us.
One will water the plants from the heart caressingly,
Initial problems are solvable from the intense heart.
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