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The sun shields us from the strangeness of the stars with her bright blue joy
I agonise until the sky blackens over with night's relief
Remorse: I lie awake to greet their peak - but sleep blurs my mortal vision from their splendour,  I'll never know it.

And you: elusive, waking dream, too strange/wonderful for me.
You are the sun too bright to see,
You are the stars too subtle.