I was musing of you all murk,
The earthshine pierced me all night,
Sometime blazing sometime dying out
The ire of my pang radiate all night,
Someone's dress had different scents all night,
Some photos went on singing all nightSomeone sitting under a branch of flowersKept on telling the tales all night,
If nobody came to the locked door
On any sound we answered the door all night,
In prospect I remained calm all night
My readiness though nagged me all night.
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