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The voice behind says that

you never knew what it

was like to play music and

then the plants and flowers

had names.  I looked and saw his

eyes, but then they

dropped to my

foreground and where

my feet were taking us.

Tonight, says the voice,

you’ll know what the moon

will be called when no one

knows what daylight will

look like.  He sounds sure

and his wails take no time

to make the sun fall down.