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Night Came

Night came, dark blue, rancor cold
She came without stars, merciless
Beneath her, I rushed, stumbling,
tripped by my own furious need
I came to the top of the hill, shamed
by error. How could I face this one
of her daughters? A daughter dark,
a daughter cold, without stars,...
Oh, love fails. Let's eat--bitter
almonds or sweet fruit. Oh, let's dance.