Dusk has dropped to its knees;
I see the last sparks of the sun in your eyes.
We watch the sharp stars slide
Across the autumn sky.
Our tongues remain as still as
The night air.
Through the years, we have taken
In all that nature and love supplies.
When we weep, there are tears
For two in our eyes.
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