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uncontrolled gleam night stars(o, God look towards me who am littleo, all the firmament is swaying -)
gently, nearly uncontrolledmoves between this that snaps q u i e t l y
towards the earthwhere the ants that in the stars' mirror spacesing, or murmur r i s i n g
so muchuncontrolled s m i l i n gin God's smile,
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