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When all stars are slain by fiery skiesAnd every word upon your spiraling crossIs but a misled sun, a bitter lossInject us out of hereAll I asked for was a little love But from my hands flew the maiden doveWhile clouds like cotton snow-white sheepStill calm beside their shepherd sleepInject us out of here