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|Perhaps you want a
moment for reflection|
Or a glimpse of someone's struggles with perfection.
Even greyhounds need a clear, still light
To bring them to the precipice of night.
Rest here, then, where joys and sorrows blend;
Yearning needs no goal and has no end.
Be like a bell, and
let me be your tongue:
Nor can I know what
words will strike your ears:
Give my poems
the courtesy of space;
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