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Sara Teasdale - Night In Arizona
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The moon is a charring ember 
Dying into the dark; 
Off in the crouching mountains 
Coyotes bark. 

The stars are heavy in heaven, 
Too great for the sky to hold — 
What if they fell and shattered 
The earth with gold? 

No lights are over the mesa, 
The wind is hard and wild, 
I stand at the darkened window 
And cry like a child.
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