And the stars flicker to dark one by one.
And the waves grow tumulous before my eyes.
And the moon itself has begun to fade.
I know somehow that the sun will not rise.
And a cold wind pinches my unprotected skin.
And the village below sleeps ignorantly on.
And as the ground trembles beneath my feet,
A tear drowns the butterfly crushed in my palm.
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