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COMET

(Sunday, March 16, 1997, 9:55 p.m.)

Give me night,

Give me music,

Give me candlelight to turn me gold.

My stars are gone from me;

They've fled from my sky;

Now I'm covered with a suffocating skin of clouds.

Here a comet's come to visit me,

But I will never see him, will I?

All too soon will the Sun come back,

Smothering me in her harsh yellow light,

Propelling me through another day,

Mechanical life.

Where are my stars?

What is a night without space?

Is it too much to ask for silver instead of gold?

May the clouds flee!

The Comet came to see me!