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The sky is torn across
This ragged1 anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune2
Down the long walks of their vows3.
Now their love lies a loss
And Love and his patients roar on a chain；
From every tune or crater4
Carrying cloud， Death strikes their house.
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted：
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain.
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