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A clean and clear, white sheet of paper; messed by ink.
The world and me, the people here; we live that brink.
Just like this night -- a villain veiled -- and then I sigh.
This tyrant darkness shakes my shoulders. Solitude!
I gazed upon the darkest sky and then I saw --
The stars. They flash like fiery embers through and through --
To east, to west. They're everywhere. To north to south
Like precious jewel there, so distinct and rare.
