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Stars are falling slow. Where the words can go. Shadows move in line. And speak the shape of time. Beneath the tone of stone. The silence drift alone. Through broken, soft, and pained. And somehow we remain. Below the stars above, frozen near And bluff. The world was warm and still, And time can reach a bill. They meet the quiet brace. It's still too soft to place. They reach beneath the sky, and fade the fate To die. Sunlight claims the dawn. They chase the soul, the fawn. They bear the birth, the ache. Fell down from something weak. Journey close today. Then be a breath of fate. Each one we tread a keep, a ghost that Still can see. The pillar, freight, and sun, before itself Begun. They walk the frozen line, The coast and gross and thine.