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Blue moon and thread

“The harp of the sad night
Plays now in the eventide
Here my meal of day is done
Finished now my fruits of sun
The walk alone in fields of moon
Begun

I carry this within my chest
Memories of days we blessed
In laughter and the singing songs
Spill of love like wines and juice
Sips I sipped from the heart of you
Long ago in nights long gone
In twilight carried now
Threads of knots I loosed.”

Written January 20, 1996
(desmond)

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