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I blink, and night falls.
My eyes, glazed, find their focus
On an image only I can see.
Time and distance lose their foothold;
All life fades into mist, as
Over aeons my soul is set free
And we merge, mind with beautiful mind,
Drawn, inexorably, together
By the timeless grip of eternity.
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