I shed skins
To my thought's
Massless gain
It twinkles mute
At night high
Grazing the day
The daily moult
Sculpt me a
Newer carve
New beginning
Beckons at each
Nobler path
Understand my silence
And let me play
With thy words
To my thought's
Massless gain
It twinkles mute
At night high
Grazing the day
The daily moult
Sculpt me a
Newer carve
New beginning
Beckons at each
Nobler path
Understand my silence
And let me play
With thy words
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