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Like love that burns the night, burns the sky.

The moon falls from its cradle and crushes the eyes

Of every little mind.

It hurts my ears, the screaming cries

Never seem to end.

The retching loneliness without your favour.

Your fondness, your undying affection so completely concealed from me.

My own purpose, my reason for being no longer lasts.

My existence stumbles.