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| by Rene Magritte |
One Night
A voice within my shadow wakened me,
a glowing voice: "I love the dark
too much--I cannot sleep." And there came
for me again one long away,
her face as it shone in candlelight.
That voice was always kind; it helped
me now to rest, in its long shadow:
"So much we loved the dark," it said,
"that all these years apart I have been
here, like this, hidden in your shade."
William Stafford
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