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When I learned of that bittersweet Paradise Lost By God forsaken except to that nascent Adam and Eve Learned I,
Night Dappled and worn through the excesses of time, modest moonlight filters in through the gauze of the dancing curtain
There's a wicked wind. I turn my head and grimace. 'It's too windy out there,' I whisper, And I shut the door But I can't meet their eyes. They ask where I'm going. Nowhere.