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there is no taller sky
than this 
a tree so reaching to be climbed
there are no higher stars 
storm audible 
sky spoken 
as must once 
and eyes up 
as far as we are 
sky is the flower of all sleep 
‘come on’ we often say 
and will the weather on 
it is to do with too 
and in case of angel fall 
all one must imagine 
regularly rail up 
as otherworldly 
as whim of prayer 
to catch at crime 
all wishing for the rain 
there is no higher sky than this 
there are no taller stars 
 
 
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