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On watch

Nights, those dark companions
and all the stories which they bear
with pockets full of stars, a planet
fog, rain and coldness too they bring
or breathe a lazy warmth and damp
They act as if they´re kings of time
but exiting, they lose, unnoticed
which bounds their freedom uppermost
the hope, the harbour and new coasts
nights pass and model still new mornings

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