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Have you ever taken a moment
To look at that bright planet
Hanging in the night sky that they
Tell you was once a place
We called home?
Comb through your luscious, red hair,
And find me lying amidst those tongues of fire,
Betwixt the very sand and sky—
I could just cry,
For in due time,
I’ll fall for human physiognomy,
