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I jump up high and catch the comet,
The chase is back, the Time fades out.
The thunder strikes and leads my flesh.
I pour away and meet the Shout.
The Earth pulls hard for my return
But I must look and find the Moon.
In slow will I come back afloat
And think of everlasting burn.
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