Feel the weak stars beckon, darling? Feel their black brothers drowning in the city's lights? The proud survivors are visible in the still silent void, and their ancient voices will whisper to us if we have the will to listen.
Raise your youngish oval face and meet the oracles' steady gazes. Let them unclog your mind with their wispy words. Listen with all your soul to their fading voices as the city's loud lights heighten and expand.
Raise your youngish oval face and meet the oracles' steady gazes. Let them unclog your mind with their wispy words. Listen with all your soul to their fading voices as the city's loud lights heighten and expand.
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