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The stars weep endlessly
With the thoughts that
Are mine own;

Time, carry me gently,
Sleeping in your arms,
For the thoughts that are mine
Last naught forever;

Guided I am by my ponderings
And perish I would without them,
As long as I am, my thoughts shall be;

But now my thoughts
Are closed no more,
And the gallery of stars laugh
As I become another...