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Let us attend these voices in the dark,
Vocal human bruises that leave a mark

Even in the deadest night,
Deeper empurplings in a voluptuous blank.

What can they say?  What can we hear?
Sit attentive at the splashing pier;

Watch stars fall from the enclosing clear.
What words come dropping 

In the failing light?  These, too, 
Are voices;  this, too, is night.

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