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GABRIEL GOODNIGHT
your sun has blackened and now it sets night has come at
last there is movement in the air change in the wind’s
direction your voice is now a whispering soprano
beseeching your pet cockerel to crow but it shall
not wake the nation tomorrow a new sun is
rising and as your dead orb plummets over
the edge of your crumbling world
go to sleep Gabriel
goodnight