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Out There, Somewhere, In Time

With which, out there - too
All born
In Brooklyn, destined - there grows a tree
It is your given glisten
And in as much, out there, such a place waits for me
Everyone is a gleam of a new moon's hire
A prelude for two hearts
Even if brought about from a misty night's desire

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