It is so cold we wish we
Could have stored the little
Sunlight we had yesterday
In a vat like we do water
When we have scarcity
Like we draw on memories
When the real turns us away
The full moon could do with
A beauty spot, you say and
Proceed to put a dot on it
There see the maiden blush
You laugh -- what a useless
Pair we are with our fanciful
Thoughts and flights of lunacy
We all become redundant
Some day and our skies
Come crashing down and
In those shards will shine
The stars we ourselves named.
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