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Probably Possible Music slowly fades out With all the strings and breaths disappearing

Light of the lamp collapses With all its oil exhausted

Water at the river flees here With a newfound enhancement

Owl too has set out With a new sandwich day

It was a moonless night.

That nights sight Evoked one of a million futures Waiting to be bridged with the concrete past

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