I have a peace for the nights ahead,
The stars are dismayed by the routes
Of many planets always in the game of life.
Deathly planets form their different sizes,
For the whole question of right was a sodden
Affair, feeling the heard people, feeling their ways.
The stars were out at night to attack
A foe that hid behind a curtain of stars.
My foe relished me in the stage of certain games,
The play of the century happened,
The prose of a cruelty was a peaceful dying,
Like the stages of the dramatic line of action.
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