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In Shadow

upon the yet forseen,

in motions of today,

the things between,

the moments fleeting,

day after day it comes to me,

the smoke of morning,

the dew of afternoon time,

the clock fell silent in daytime

there rests in shadow,

a thing to be,

that which never could be me.

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