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What will it be
A field of sage
A rhapsodie
A blinding light
Or a muddy path
One tentative kiss
Or the aftermath?

The falling stars
Seemed so unreal
Fell down for us
Taught us to kneel
I found the hole
In your torn night sky
You found the song
In a young girl's cry.

We did not know the night
Had broken blackbird wings.
We did not know
Your broken blackbird heart
Could sing.

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