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To look back daysweeksmonths later without a slight heartfelt pause to smell the brightred again and desperately clutch at the last remnants of the songsinthedistance and ending endlessly so not to lose sight of the horizon dreaming of rising above and into the bright midnight the soft spotlight and to exit after cryinginthehead and then backinthecity sufficiently but unwoken holding on to the lostness and sighs and shadows till dawn comes and then smiling for the sake of silence secretly swirling dustlike in the sunshine waiting for starlight to try again to rise above to be backinthecity sufficiently under the spotlight into the greatwide of the midnight of freelove voiceseyescomets to reach out and runrunrun into the distance beyond the songs and pauses and brightreds and endless ends till nothing can catchmeifitcan.