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Not all in the future you can see clearly enough to tell and even if plans are made, ever-shifting is the Veil. Blanketed by thunder at four forty-four, arm around my waist to hold me secure. The moon reflects the rays of the sun, but it cannot do so all of the time. So when plumbs on the dark, my love, grant me the light to survive.