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Day never returned ever since you left,

I would call for it but it would only respond to your voice,

which I learned how to reproduce only after I had no need for day anymore.

Blowing the flute of earth to bring rain,

a storm so strong with streaks of lightning,

to open the ground, to find you there lying on a bed of white birds.

They cast aside their voices

in exchange for an hour of singing without the need of bodies

so they could play without fearing

that people would come and shut the violins away in cages.