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When I sleepwalkinto your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to mehard, as if clinging could save us. I thinkyou think. I will never die, I think I exudeto you the permanence of smoke or stars, even asmy broken arms heal themselves around you.

Galway Kinnell