Between the moon and the night. Beyond, it is already dark.
A streetlamp plays splashes of light,
I send back steps that don’t return.
The last quasar smiles wandering.
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Between the moon and the night
Between the moon and the night. Beyond, it is already dark.
A streetlamp plays splashes of light,
I send back steps that don’t return.
The last quasar smiles wandering.