Past-----as I look up at the dark night sky, I touch you. A twinkling star gyrates and smiles on me. And almost inaudibly whispers,"And this is the magic of Time!To you I am still a celestial body -----an incitement for your insouciant serenata. But, dearest, I died long ago-----believe me, I'm a Black Hole now.Your now is my then."
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