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they call dusk by something else here      goodbye-time i think

now it is nearly goodbye time though your sun is

reluctant to go      picking up on your dejection      your hush

(or was that also just my dream from way back in time)

crowns made me sad today      they belong to stranger-kings

that i will never know      who rule over trees where the sun never

sets through a bleak branch and where a thought waits a

while within an afternoon      where stranger queens      hair sad and

minus their kings go to bleed      thoughts     rulers      branches     

blood of course      when birds cry with sweet voices that they want

to go you let them go      just like that      when they don't return

you are always happy      as if their flight was indeed you      going

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