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How could you steal the satin sky
The moment when I stepped on it? You left the comets fall and die Smashed by taxis on the street. I caught the moon and skinned my knees; Although the moon was broken too It held me up above the trees: That crock was friendlier than you. And when you came and cracked the moon I fell on our willow tree That was supposed to witness soon Another flight of falling me. Because you've burned the willow down, Destroying everything we've had And now I watch its autumn crown Bursting flames above my head. You fold the sky and pack it up. My dear, you've turned into a beast. You've stolen all. Why don't you stop? Why don't you leave the ground at least?
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