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2002 Poetry

starry, starry night

my eyes can't see

the real sky

i rub and rub my eyes

to feel the night

but still my eyes

groping the vine



every night

i close my eyes

to see a torrent

that can take me

to the air



oh night!

oh night!




spare my might

my eyes will turn

red

if it doesn't get

enough break

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