Night
In
A
Zinc
Garb
Paces
Giant
Paces
Across
The
Accommodating heavens.
Old
And
Wan
Age
Brings
Relentless
You
Drink
The
Potion
Of
Love
And
Waters
Salty
In
The
Closing
Day
The
Night
Sets up
Its tent for reigning.
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