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Must I write today for the sun, what about the blinding moon?

Must the day end the night, and the sky a leaf cross, the hiding moon?

Must we excavate ruins of the earth for a shelter to rise,

Must my verandah be blocked for iron bars to confide in the confining moon?

Must out of the spell be conjured its wishes

Only for them to bathe in the desiring moon?

Must we who desire be expelled

To remain trapped in the circumscribing moon?

Must who we desire be expelled

And remain trapped in the croning moon?

Leaps the rabbit outside, a shooting star

How must it find a way back to the shifting moon?

For those of us who have sung tonight, asks Prabhas,

Must our voice reach the deafening moon?

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