  Lips that would kiss
  Form prayers to broken stone.
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           IV
  The eyes are not here
  There are no eyes here
  In this valley of dying stars
  In this hollow valley
  This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
  In this last of meeting places
  We grope together
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