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 Maybe it wasn't the midnight lack,

That held me for ever looking back,

Or the way that breezes do

Impede the clouds, am over flew,

Or even anger gowned instead,

Whilst metallic hours arose to bed,

No not anything that that's living been,

Could eye water so ninga keen,

Curved from the summer's shallow,

My wilds and your earthly fallow.