O the great expanse up in that sky
where we of man under sleep lie
the you cast down from your realms
into this darkened hell
the speckled spots upon the clouds
like stitch work upon a cloth that entombs our earth
oh specactled light that shineth down
hath this light still around
or are you dead upon the sky but yet your light still reaching
tries to penetrate or land for one last frail attempt for you to tend
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