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Brightened by some unseen thing
Crying in your sleep again
We were not successful in
Our attempts to wake you
To make it stop
Redhead boy who never sleeps
Is taking hold of my short sleeve
"We can read these books," he says
And if God wills, I'll read them
I'll read them all
Our hands move the earth
Like yellow machines our hands search
For rusty remains decades old
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