84.Three Friends
Burning searing sun, soft through the skin
Bring your grace down here
Tearing past the gray shadows of today
Stroke away the fear
Cold and steaming moon, call down a tune
Lend us your ear, glide by the curves
Which your secret serves
But bring not your speer
And life holds no time
By the blink of your eyes as both
You watch your sister planet die
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