Paradise lost 
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Your absence is filtering beneath my covers. My head is full of timeless ancient dreams. It is quiet and even the walls in my room look asleep. Only the lost lullaby is drifting slowly above my bed. Once there was warm silky summer but Now deep in the dead of the night The headless bodies are listening. I look out of the dirty window Shaped against the harsh world of reality. The night behind is senseless and Every shape in it is magical.
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